DEAR as the brief October sun, Or red fruit on the sombre yew, Or robin's song when summer's done, Is Memory. Sharper than frost's two-edgéd breath, Or any wind that ever blew, More salt than all the Seas of Death Is Memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF MARY FLETCHER by BERNARD BARTON DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SONG OF THE SAVOYARDS by HENRY AMES BLOOD THE IMMOLATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |