Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume II/Remembrance
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CHAPTER XL.
THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEAD.
Pale Memory sits lone, brooding o'er the past,
That makes her misery. She looketh round,
And asks the wide world for forgetfulness:
She asks in vain; the shadow of past hours
Close palpable around her; shapes arise—
Shadows, yet seeming real; and sad thoughts,
That make a night of darkness and of dreams.
Her empire is upon the dead and gone;
With that she mocks the present, and shuts out
The future, till the grave, which is her throne,
Has absolute dominion.
Blanchard’s title is:
REMEMBRANCE