I shall remember, when my years are few, The shining things which made for happiness: A wood thrush call, when first I stood with you Beneath the forest in a cool recess; A mountain pass where mighty peaks arose With hoods of snow upon each lofty crest, While, far below, a pigmy crevice chose To bear a thread of silver on its breast. I shall remember hands on ivory keys That pictured raging storms or whispered prayer, And wove a magic chain of filigrees Which brought enchantment that the heart could share; And your soft voice which built of singing words A melody surpassing that of birds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ETERNITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |