PALE Memory sits alone, brooding o'er the past, That makes her misery. She looketh round, And asks the wide world for forgetfulness: She asks in vain; the shadow of past hours Close palpable around her; shapes arise -- Shadows, yet seeming real; and sad thoughts, That make a night of darkness and of dreams. Her empire is upon the dead and gone; With that she mocks the present and shuts out The future, till the grave, which is her throne, Has absolute dominion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BLUEBEARD by RUTH FITCH BARLETT |