Memories

Thou knock at the door when time's passed
And with thine tender arms embracing

Take me in the regions untrod

And then mesmerising me thou sing.

And in thy halcyon song

I find ecstasy for reminiscences of those

To whom thy songs belong

And to whom thou art close.

Thou hold my hand when everyone's far away;

Thou stand with me when everything's lost.

Thine fond arms grow every passing day,
Bosoming amorously and leaving me not.

But from past when in present thou peep

Always, O memories, thou make me weep.