HOW shall I thee remember From springs of long ago, Where in my own December I think upon thee now? Thou comest in such changeful shapes That memory from itself escapes. A winsome elf whom beauty And love alone made wise; Who never heard of duty, Nor rules, nor sacrifice; He storms me with his kisses, And tears, and sudden blisses. What transports of emotion His fond breast could conceive! What heart-breaks of devotion! What power he had to grieve! From Napoli the memory swells; What welcomes, what farewells! Aye will I thee remember! How should I thee forget? Like the New Year to December, Press to my bosom yet! Across a thousand leagues I hear Thy "Buon Natale" in my ear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY |