"Give rosemary for remembrance," A saying old yet new, As through the air -- a fragrance rare Brings thoughts of friendship true. We wear a poppy once a year For those who marched away; They seem so near -- yet for their bier A blood-stained field of clay. "We take a cup and drink it up" For friends both far and near; Then mem'ry strays -- to other days And other scenes so dear. "I find among my souvenirs" A letter from a friend; I read it o'er -- then as before The tears fall to the end. We often think of those we love "That we have lost awhile," But hearts of gold -- are those who hold The memory of a smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SUMMER SONG: 1 by GEORGE BARKER HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MARCH: A BULL ON THE HORIZON by A. G. BECKMANN LADY OF MYSTERY by G. W. BLOEMENDAL TREK FEVER by JULIA FIELD BROWN |