How strange that thoughts of you Wake memories grown cold Which bud with hope again, Burst into bloom once more Like Aaron's rod of old -- At mention of your name! How strange that thoughts of you Come back across the years And pierce with Love's old pain Within its sacred shrine, Hidden too deep for tears -- At mention of your name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 4 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE LOVE OF DECEIT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |