Poems (Elgee, 1907)/Memory
For works with similar titles, see Memory.
MEMORY.
"Nessun maggior dolore.Che ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miserin."—Dante.
HEN the gloom the light appalleth— When no tear-dew ever falleth Downward silently—When the tired heart, from languorOf Life's poor unmeaning clangour, Droopeth wearily—When the day, in its uprising,Bringeth nought that's worth the prizing,And the night, all dark and lonely,No star showeth, but clouds only— I think of thee.Pleasures past, a ghastly vision—Words and looks but now tradition That thought brings;Holy Kalends of past meetingsRise again, with quick heart-beatings, On spirit wings.For a moment seems the vision.A reality Elysian As the joy before the Fall;While I gaze the brightness waneth,Passeth, fadeth—what remaineth? Ashes all!