PALE Memory sits alone, brooding o'er the past, That makes her misery. She looketh round, And asks the wide world for forgetfulness: She asks in vain; the shadow of past hours Close palpable around her; shapes arise -- Shadows, yet seeming real; and sad thoughts, That make a night of darkness and of dreams. Her empire is upon the dead and gone; With that she mocks the present and shuts out The future, till the grave, which is her throne, Has absolute dominion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES AS KINGFISHERS CATCH FIRE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |