No, never shall my soul forget The friends I found so cordial-hearted; Dear shall be the day we met, And dear shall be the night we parted! Oh! if regrets, however sweet, Must with the lapse of time decay, Yet still, when thus in mirth you meet, Fill high to him that's far away! Long be the flame of memory found, Alive, within your social glass, Let that be still the magic round, O'er which oblivion dares not pass! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. ROSES ALL THE WAY by T. BAKER THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE KINGS OF THE EAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONNET TO ZOE KING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |