THE UNFORGOTTEN "When Death to either shall come WHEN Death to either shall come, WHEN I pray it be first to me,- Be happy as ever at home, If so, as I wish, it be. Possess thy heart, my own; And sing to the child on thy knee, Or read to thyself alone The songs that I made for thee. , ROBERT BRIdges. Remembrance OLD in the earth-and the deep snow piled above COLD thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Cold in the earth-and fifteen wild Decembers, After such years of change and suffering! Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, No later light has lightened up my heaven, But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, Then did I check the tears of useless passion- And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, EMILY BRONTË. THE UNFORGOTTEN The Last Memory WHEN I am old, and think of the old days, And warm my hands before a little blaze, Having forgotten love, hope, fear, desire, I shall see, smiling out of the pale fire, One face, mysterious and exquisite ; And I shall gaze, and ponder over it, Wondering, was it Leonardo wrought That stealthy ardency, where passionate thought Burns inward, a revealing flame, and glows To the last ecstacy, which is repose? Was it Bronzino, those Borghese eyes? And, musing thus among my memories, O unforgotten! you will come to seem, As pictures do, remembered, some old dream. And I shall think of you as something strange, And beautiful, and full of helpless change, Which I beheld and carried in my heart; But you, I loved, will have become a part Of the eternal mystery, and love Like a dim pain; and I shall bend above My little fire, and shiver, being cold, When you are no more young, and I am old. ARTHUR SYMONS. In the Valley of Cauteretz ALL along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, The two-and-thirty years were a mist that rolls away; Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead, ALFRED TENNYSON. |