Remembrance

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Remembrance

Remembering thee, I search out these faint flowers

Of rhyme; remembering thee, this crescent night

While o’er the buds and o’er the grass-blades, bright

And clinging with the dew of odorous showers,

With purple sandals sweep the grave-eyed hours⁠—

Remembering thee, I muse, while fades in flight

The honey-hearted leisure of the light,

And hanging o’er the hush of willow bowers,

Of ceaseless loneliness and high regret

Sings the young wistful spirit of a star

Enfolden in the shadows of the East,

And silence holding revelry and feast;

Just now my soul rose up and touched it, far

In space, made equal with a sigh, we met.