HOW shall I thee remember From springs of long ago, Where in my own December I think upon thee now? Thou comest in such changeful shapes That memory from itself escapes. A winsome elf whom beauty And love alone made wise; Who never heard of duty, Nor rules, nor sacrifice; He storms me with his kisses, And tears, and sudden blisses. What transports of emotion His fond breast could conceive! What heart-breaks of devotion! What power he had to grieve! From Napoli the memory swells; What welcomes, what farewells! Aye will I thee remember! How should I thee forget? Like the New Year to December, Press to my bosom yet! Across a thousand leagues I hear Thy "Buon Natale" in my ear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE OLD GREY MARE by MOTHER GOOSE NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN |