I. @3Ghost Without:@1 Dost thou remember? Thy window-pane is lit; What music under it Stings thro' the wind and rain? @3She Within:@1 Oh! Clad in cloth-of-gold, Crowned like a queen of old, Have I to do with pain? Why should I remember? II. @3Ghost:@1 Dost thou remember? For it is All Souls' Eve, Poor soul that could not cleave, Poor craven Convertite.— @3She:@1 Ah! Here the Bridegroom's kiss, Perfume of ambergris, Braziers of silver light! Why should I remember? III. @3Ghost:@1 Dost thou remember No colour of the Past?— @3She:@1 Its beauty hath me fast. Beneath mine eyes quaint kohl, Far sound of silver bells Within my voice of spells, Faint sweetness in my soul, It is. Do I remember? IV. @3Ghost:@1 Dost thou remember The love, the pain, the sin?— @3She:@1 O far-off violin, Spare now to vex and pierce. What epithalamies Of mockery are these? @3His@1 eyes are kind as tears. I will not remember! V. @3Ghost:@1 Dost thou remember The long strange kisses given Beneath a rose-pale heaven?— @3She:@1 My mouth is purple yet, Like to a grape new-pressed, A wound upon the breast.— How then may I forget? And so I must remember! VI. @3Ghost:@1 Dost thou remember The glory and the guilt, The magic moonlight spilt Between the aspens wet?— @3She:@1 Out to the rain and wind I come, for I can find No place where to forget. God, how I remember! |