Poems (Brown)/Memory
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For works with similar titles, see Memory.
MEMORY.
Faded and worn are the pictures to-night
Memory brings from her storehouse to me;
Weary and sad, tear-stained and bleared,
From her dark castle over the sea.
Memory brings from her storehouse to me;
Weary and sad, tear-stained and bleared,
From her dark castle over the sea.
As I bask in the glow of the moon to-night
Pale phantoms group in the hall,
Some with countenance worn and sad,
And I fancy my name they call.
Pale phantoms group in the hall,
Some with countenance worn and sad,
And I fancy my name they call.
O, give me the scenes of youthful days,
I then was a gladsome child;
And stream, and hill, and wood, and dell
Echoed to my laughter wild.
I then was a gladsome child;
And stream, and hill, and wood, and dell
Echoed to my laughter wild.
But now another scene doth rise,
Dimmed with both pain and sorrow;
When Hope hath meekly folded her hands,
And sighed for a brighter to-morrow.
Dimmed with both pain and sorrow;
When Hope hath meekly folded her hands,
And sighed for a brighter to-morrow.
Pale Memory brings her gifts to me
From out of the gloomy past;
But sighing, I turn to the present again,
And pray for her pleasures to last.
From out of the gloomy past;
But sighing, I turn to the present again,
And pray for her pleasures to last.
Sweet Memory comes with tear-stained eye,
And parts my hair of brown,
Asks me to choose, in a voice so low,
Between her and the future's frown.
And parts my hair of brown,
Asks me to choose, in a voice so low,
Between her and the future's frown.
I reach forth my hand to Memory;
Sad though her treasures may be,
Yet sweeter by far is her voice so low,
Than the voice of the future to me.
Sad though her treasures may be,
Yet sweeter by far is her voice so low,
Than the voice of the future to me.
Still I sit and dream o'er the sad, sad scene
Loved Memory brings to me,
With chastened heart and tear-dimmed eye,
From her watch-tower over the sea.
Loved Memory brings to me,
With chastened heart and tear-dimmed eye,
From her watch-tower over the sea.