THERE dawn dear memories of the past To charm us as we muse alone, Still as the hues on rivers cast When long, bright days have almost flown; Sometimes they come and fill the mind As stars the heavens when clouds are few; And there a cherished welcome find, -- Though old, yet seeming ever new. They are the treasures time has made To shadow forth the bygone years; Though dim betimes, they cannot fade, For each some hallowed beauty bears. Long-slumbering joys each gently wakes, Forms of the past each gently weaves, -- E'en as a cloudless sunset makes A cool, red splendor 'mong green leaves. They are the day-dreams of a time Ere life had felt the touch of care; Loved like some sweet bell's holy chime That faints upon the Sabbath air. They are the echoes of the past, And with us, when alone, they dwell; For all their wondrous beauties last, Like sounds of ocean in a shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY |