Shapes and Shadows — Memories

MEMORIES.

Here where LOVE lies perished, Look not in upon the dead;

Lest the shadowy curtains, shaken In my Heart's dark chamber, waken Ghosts, beneath whose garb of sorrow Whilom gladness bows his head: When you come at morn to-morrow, Look not in upon the dead, Here where LOVE lies perished.

Here where LOVE lies cold interred, Let no syllable be heard;

Lest the hollow echoes, housing In my Soul's deep tomb, arousing Wake a voice of woe, once laughter Claimed and clothed in joy's own word: When you come at dusk or after, Let no syllable be heard, Here where LOVE lies cold interred.