EDITH, it seems to me life is so brief That half of joy doth lie in memory, Like a bird singing that we cannot see, Like a pale flower folded in a leaf, Is memory. Something we have, yet cannot touch nor hold, That once has been, yet never more will be; Like moonlight shadows on a Summer sea, Like many clouds which many stars unfold, Is memory. Life is so short! It is a little sleep, And all joys leave us, swift as swallows flee ... When these days pass, so dear to you and me, Yet half their joy, my friend, we still may keep Through memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWPER'S GRAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 36 by BLISS CARMAN THE SEA-EAGLES OF COLUMBIA by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY THE PILGRIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |