Memory, hither come, And tune your merry notes: And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song; And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |