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Memory
Soon the waves, so lightly bounding,
All forget the tempest blast;
Soon the pines so sadly sounding,
Cease to mourn the storm that's past.
All forget the tempest blast;
Soon the pines so sadly sounding,
Cease to mourn the storm that's past.
Soon is hushed the voice of gladness,
Heard within the green wood's breast;
Yet come back no notes of sadness,
No remembrance breaks its rest.
Heard within the green wood's breast;
Yet come back no notes of sadness,
No remembrance breaks its rest.
Soon the river, brightly gleaming,
Rolls its dark forgetful wave;
As if sun were on it beaming,
Giving still the light it gave.
Rolls its dark forgetful wave;
As if sun were on it beaming,
Giving still the light it gave.
But the heart,—how fond 'twill treasure
Every note of grief and joy!
Oft come back the notes of pleasure,
Grief's sad echoes oft annoy.
Every note of grief and joy!
Oft come back the notes of pleasure,
Grief's sad echoes oft annoy.
There still dwell the looks that vanish,
Swift as brightness of a dream;
Time in vain earth's smiles may banish,
There undying still they beam.
Swift as brightness of a dream;
Time in vain earth's smiles may banish,
There undying still they beam.
Poem No. 430; 4 January 1836
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