MEMORY
NESSUN maggior doloreChe ricordarsi del tempo feliceNella miseria."—Dante.
WWHEN the gloom the light appalleth—When no tear-dew ever fallethDownward silently—When the tired heart, from languorOf Life's poor unmeaning clangour,Droopeth wearily—When the day, in its uprising,Bringeth nought that's worth the prizing,And the night, all dark and lonely,No star showeth, but clouds only—I think of thee.
WWHEN the gloom the light appalleth—When no tear-dew ever fallethDownward silently—When the tired heart, from languorOf Life's poor unmeaning clangour,Droopeth wearily—When the day, in its uprising,Bringeth nought that's worth the prizing,And the night, all dark and lonely,No star showeth, but clouds only—I think of thee.
WWHEN the gloom the light appalleth—When no tear-dew ever fallethDownward silently—When the tired heart, from languorOf Life's poor unmeaning clangour,Droopeth wearily—When the day, in its uprising,Bringeth nought that's worth the prizing,And the night, all dark and lonely,No star showeth, but clouds only—I think of thee.
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WHEN the gloom the light appalleth—When no tear-dew ever fallethDownward silently—When the tired heart, from languorOf Life's poor unmeaning clangour,Droopeth wearily—When the day, in its uprising,Bringeth nought that's worth the prizing,And the night, all dark and lonely,No star showeth, but clouds only—I think of thee.
Pleasures past, a ghastly vision—Words and looks but now traditionThat thought brings;Holy Kalends of past meetingsRise again, with quick heart-beatings,On spirit wings.For a moment seems the visionA reality ElysianAs the joy before the Fall;While I gaze the brightness waneth,Passeth, fadeth—what remaineth?Ashes all!
Pleasures past, a ghastly vision—Words and looks but now traditionThat thought brings;Holy Kalends of past meetingsRise again, with quick heart-beatings,On spirit wings.For a moment seems the visionA reality ElysianAs the joy before the Fall;While I gaze the brightness waneth,Passeth, fadeth—what remaineth?Ashes all!
Pleasures past, a ghastly vision—Words and looks but now traditionThat thought brings;Holy Kalends of past meetingsRise again, with quick heart-beatings,On spirit wings.For a moment seems the visionA reality ElysianAs the joy before the Fall;While I gaze the brightness waneth,Passeth, fadeth—what remaineth?Ashes all!
Pleasures past, a ghastly vision—Words and looks but now traditionThat thought brings;Holy Kalends of past meetingsRise again, with quick heart-beatings,On spirit wings.For a moment seems the visionA reality ElysianAs the joy before the Fall;While I gaze the brightness waneth,Passeth, fadeth—what remaineth?Ashes all!