Poems (Jordan)/Hidden Memories
HIDDEN MEMORIES
In that room of my heart, the center, Back of doors Love's key keepeth fast;In a chest which moths cannot enter, Are stored all the robes of the Past.Here are Youth's gay garments, Time faded, In the same old silences wrapped;And here the fine Fancies I braided, Which Hope with choice colorings capped.
And here are the garments worn later, In that one brief Autumn I spent,Where all best joys seemed to cater To the whims which a thought could invent.But here—'mid Love's lavender lying,— Are robes still unfaded, but torn;—As sacred as words of the dying, They are hidden 'till Life's Easter-morn!