IF in the years that come such thing should be That we should part, with tears or deadly strife, That we should cease to share a common life, Or walk estranged in voiceless misery, Then by this night of love remember me For tired hearts at last an end shall be, For tired feet the pitfall grave doth wait: Can we escape this common trick of fate? More fortunate than all beside are we? Wherefore by this night's love remember me. Not by my worst, when dull or bitterly The mind moved, and the evil in my blood Worked words of anger thy meek will withstood, Not by the hours I sinned 'gainst love and thee, Oh, not by these, dear love, remember me. First in our mind live things that perfect be, All shapes of joy or beauty, -- day's low light Dying along the seaward edge of night, The first sweet violet, music's ecstasy, Making the heart leap, -- so remember me. For I would have thy mind and memory A chamber of sweet sounds and fragrances. Let the ill pass: its power to hurt was less Than joy's to bless us. I remember thee By thy first kiss; Oh, thus remember me! There was an hour wherein a god's degree And stature seemed to clothe me, and I stood Supremely strong, and high, and great, and good: Oh, by that hour, when all I aimed to be I did appear, by that remember me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT ON EXPERIENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: WARNINGS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A MINOR POET by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR A WISH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |