REMEMBERED LOVE. 



BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN. 



Recall the past ? and wouldst thou dash the cup 



Thy sweet hand lifted, to the barren earth — 

 Now that my grateful prayer is offered up, 



And love grows conscious of its angel birth ? 

 Thy nature is too kindly thus to lure 



A weary pilgrim unto Eden's gate, 

 Then bid him once again the world endure — 



By that fair prospect rendered desolate : 

 Recall the past ? thou canst not ; it is mine ! 



That look, those tones I will forever hold, 

 Such momentary rapture makes divine 



Years that were else all listless, vain and cold : 

 Passion, caprice and fancy pass away, 

 But when love dawns, eternal is her day. 



