DEAR as the brief October sun, Or red fruit on the sombre yew, Or robin's song when summer's done, Is Memory. Sharper than frost's two-edgéd breath, Or any wind that ever blew, More salt than all the Seas of Death Is Memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES |