I saw, from yonder silent cave, Two Fountains running, side by side, The one was Memory's limpid wave, The other cold Oblivion's tide. 'O Love!' said I, in thoughtless mood, As deep I drank of Lethe's stream, 'Be all my sorrows in this flood Forgotten like a vanished dream!' But who could bear that gloomy blank, Where joy was lost as well as pain? Quickly of Memory's fount I drank, And brought the past all back again; And said, 'O Love, whate'er my lot, Still let this soul to thee be true -- Rather than have one bliss forgot, Be all my pains remembered too!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |