Caroling Dusk/Recessional
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For other versions of this work, see Recessional (Johnson).
RECESSIONAL
Consider me a memory, a dream that passed away;Or yet a flower that has blown and shattered in a day;For passion sleeps alas and keeps no vigil with the yearsAnd wakens to no conjuring of orisons or tears.
Consider me a melody that served its simple turn,Or but the residue of fire that settles in the urn,For love defies pure reasoning and undeterred flowsWithin, without, the vassal heart—its reasoning who knows?