Poems (Edwards)/To a Loved One of Other Days
TO A LOVED ONE OF OTHER DAYS.
Like a veiled dream thy memory comes, Soft stealing round my heart;I see thee, yes, I see thee now, All noble as thou wert.
I hear thy tones, thy lute-like tones, So soft, so deep, so clear;And thy sweet silvery laughter rings, Like music in my ear.
Oh! think not I shall soon forget, Thy nobleness and truth,Think not I will forget thy name, Thou sunshine of my youth.
Thy name, thy words, thine image still Around my spirit clings,The brightest, loveliest and the best, Of all remembered things.
Can I forget thee? no! oh no! By all departed hours,By all the hopes that round us twined, I'll think of childhood's bowers.
Thou noble one! I know not what My coming lot may be,But while there's life within my breast, I will remember thee.