Oh, at this hour, when silently The shades of evening close around, How throbs the pulse of my life-key With pleasure, but in memory found. In the dewy twilight hour, Most my fond heart feels her power; Happy days, now pass'd away, Come before me bright and gay; Then, from memory's secret cells, Fancy brings, with potent spells, Joys that now I know no more— Joys that time may yet restore. Ah! not vainly I recall Hours of bliss so lately known, For, yielding thus to Fancy's thrall, I feel their brightness still my own. Hope whispers that a happy hour The future yet may have in store, And, though unkindly fate may lour, I hope to greet thee soon once more! And, oh, let memory thoughts of me Through the moments as they roll, Bring, though severed far are we, To the life-key of thy soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP THE CHILD'S GRAVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SIMPLE STORY, FR. MY SOUVENIRS by JACQUES BOE GILBERT: 2. THE WELCOME HOME by CHARLOTTE BRONTE TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND AND INGENIOUS FRIEND, THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |