MEMORY cannot linger long, Joy must die the death. Hope's like a little silver song Fading in a breath. So wags the weary world away Forever and a day. But love, that sweetest madness, Leaps and grows in toil and sadness, Makes unseeing eyes to see, And heapeth wealth in penury. so wags the good old world away Forever and a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE GEIST'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |