Poems — Memory

"Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria."

--+DANTE.

+ When the gloom the light appalleth-- When no tear-dew ever falleth Downward silently-- When the tired heart, from languor Of 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 tradition That thought brings;

Holy Kalends of past meetings Rise again, with quick heart-beatings, On spirit wings.

For a moment seems the vision A reality Elysian As the joy before the Fall;

While I gaze the brightness waneth, Passeth, fadeth--what remaineth?

Ashes all!

CORINNE'S LAST LOVE-SONG.