Sonnet to Memory
Oh, gentle Memory! — Sorrow's fading Queen!
Whose solemn haunts still Fancy loves to trace;
Though deck'd in sables, soothing is thy mien,
And smiles adorn thee of peculiar grace!
Oh thou! who lov'st by moonlight's pensive beam
To wander by the murm'ring silver stream,
Catching some object in the misty glade!
Enchanting Mem'ry! tho' thy colours fade,
And Time may rob them of their fairest hue,
Still, by Reflection's gleam they're bright and new! —
The wounded spirit, like some shatter'd bark,
Which sov'reign Pity still has deign'd to mark,
And sav'd from sinking, tho' by whirlwinds driv'n,
Must seek its harbour, and its hopes in Heaven.
Whose solemn haunts still Fancy loves to trace;
Though deck'd in sables, soothing is thy mien,
And smiles adorn thee of peculiar grace!
Oh thou! who lov'st by moonlight's pensive beam
To wander by the murm'ring silver stream,
Catching some object in the misty glade!
Enchanting Mem'ry! tho' thy colours fade,
And Time may rob them of their fairest hue,
Still, by Reflection's gleam they're bright and new! —
The wounded spirit, like some shatter'd bark,
Which sov'reign Pity still has deign'd to mark,
And sav'd from sinking, tho' by whirlwinds driv'n,
Must seek its harbour, and its hopes in Heaven.
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