The days remember and the nights remember The kingly hours that once you made so great, Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor, Buried like sovereigns in their robes of state. Let them not wake again, better to lie there, Wrapped in memories, jewelled and arrayed -- Many a ghostly king has waked from death-sleep And found his crown stolen and his throne decayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |