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 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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[XXI
What save her memory has Time left to me]
What save her memory has Time left to me?The memory of the twilight of her hair,
The memory of her breast, profound and bare,
And of her mouth the dazzled memory!
For Memory, in the paradise that we
Seemed in Love's morning of the world to share,
Wanders alone, and, thro' the stagnant air,
Shows her small light in the obscurity.
And Memory too shall perish, as the stream
Of time flows ceaseless and resistless on!
Yet, when again Love makes our twain souls one,
May we not glimpse, thro' life's dissolving dream,
Rays of imperishable light that seem
Dawn in the dark depths of oblivion.
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