Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

Lo, even memory must give up its dead!
Where he has walked we must not walk again,
Nor pause by garden borders where he led,
Nor seek his flowers; we must unknot the pain.
For, if we look not on our memory's corse,
Sweet sculpture of our memory will abide;
The eyes, the lips will take their human force,
Life's lovely images keep by our side.
Anew in the young sunshine we shall meet,
By paths, belovèd, where thou hast not been;
Thou, being by, shalt make the strangeness sweet
Of the long, silver river and the green;
And all our passion grow a child to cling
About the freshness of thy welcoming.