WAN Memories, with patient widow faces,
Looked calmly backwards thro' the withered years,
And smiled to find, like dew, in distant places,
Forgotten tears.
And in the shadowy grove of cypress-trees,
With ashes on their garments and their hair,
I found a crowd of Sorrows on their knees
Before Despair.
Also, I saw a Dream with misty face,
And heavy languid eyelids lily-white,
Who made a mockery of Time and Space
By day and night.
And Hope I met, with eyes so blue and blind
They could discern the fruit within the pod,
And in the darkness of the world could find
The Love of God.