MEMORY, what wilt thou with me? Autumn gales Baffle the bird's flight through the moaning air; The sun hurls wide his steady beams that stare O'er the sere wood wherethro' the north wind wails. We two alone, and both with dreams astray, With locks afloat in air and thoughts adrift, When suddenly to me her eyes uplift And her voice asks, "When wast thou happiest? Say," As soft and song-like as when angels chaunt, And my wan smile gives answer, else untold, And my weaned mouth along her white hand sips. No flowers have scent like that the first ones hold, No sounds have such sweet stress as those that haunt The first-heard "Yes" from the belovéd lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON TO CHILDREN: 2. BRAGGARTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |