A PLACE in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim, To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name. Another may woo thee nearer, Another may win and wear; I care not, though he be dearer, If I am remembered there. Could I be thy true lover, dearest, Couldst thou smile on me, I would be the fondest and nearest That ever loved thee. But a cloud o'er my pathway is glooming Which never must break upon thine, And Heaven, which made thee all blooming, Ne'er made thee to wither on mine. Remember me not as a lover Whose fond hopes are crossed, Whose bosom can never recover The light it has lost; As the young bride remembers the mother She loves, yet never may see, As a sister remembers a brother, Oh, dearest, remember me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 50 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ECHOES OF SPRING: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ONE WITH A SPRING NOSEGAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ANSWER OF BOSTON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |