A MEMORY. 



Yet would we keep thee in our heart 

 Would fix our favorite on the scene 



Xor let thee utterly depart 



And be as if thou ne'er hadst been. 



And so there rise these lines of verse 

 On lips that rarely form them now; 



While to each other Ave rehearse: 



Such icayx, such arts, such looks hadst thou . 



We stroke thy broad, brown paws again, 

 We bid thee to thy vacant chair, 



We greet thee by the window-pane, 

 We hear thy scuffle on the stair. 



Thy memory lasts both here and there, 

 And thou shall live as long as we. 



And after that thou dost not care; 



In us was all the world to thee. 



MATTHEW ARNOLD. 

 ( " Lines on Geist's Grave." ) 



