I shall remember, when my years are few, The shining things which made for happiness: A wood thrush call, when first I stood with you Beneath the forest in a cool recess; A mountain pass where mighty peaks arose With hoods of snow upon each lofty crest, While, far below, a pigmy crevice chose To bear a thread of silver on its breast. I shall remember hands on ivory keys That pictured raging storms or whispered prayer, And wove a magic chain of filigrees Which brought enchantment that the heart could share; And your soft voice which built of singing words A melody surpassing that of birds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO BALLADE OF EGREGIOUSNESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |