Memory, hither come, And tune your merry notes: And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song; And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CHARACTERS: MARY HOLLAND ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LEADERS by LOUISE E. V. BOYD BACH'S ORGAN WORKS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |