REMEMBRANCE 



SWIFTER far than summer's flight — 

 Swifter far than youth's delight — 

 Swifter far than happy night, 



Art thou come and gone — 

 As the earth when leaves are dead, 

 As the night when sleep is sped, 

 As the heart when joy is fled, 

 I am left lone, alone. 



The swallow summer comes again — 

 The owlet night resumes her reign — 

 But the wild-swan youth is fain 



To fly with thee, false as thou. — 

 My heart each day desires the morrow. 

 Sleep itself is turned to sorrow ; 

 Vainly would my winter borrow 



Sunny leaves from any bough. 



Lilies for a bridal bed — 

 Roses for a matron's head — 

 Violets for a maiden dead — 



Pansies let my flowers be : 

 On the living grave I bear 

 Scatter them without a tear — 

 Let no friend, however dear. 



Waste one hope, one fear for me. 



SHELLEY. 



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