When I come back, All my memories are reborn. Along familiar streets they form, As faces, places, come in view -- Searchlights, piercing through To mad days that live again -- Glad days and Sad days too. A voice, a tune, A faint perfume Echo down a length of years, Awake emotions undefined Groping in a mist of tears, Searching for the hidden key To unlock the mystery Of the voice, the mocking tune, And the path of faint perfume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND HAUNTED STREETS by MATHILDE BLIND SECTION GANG: NIGHT by NORMAN BOLKER |