REMEMBRANCE

There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide,

And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all

The immortal moods that faded, the god who died,

Hastening away to the King on a distant call.

There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven,

And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged;

And we passed away, unremembering and unforgiven,

Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed.

Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind,

We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight;

We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find

When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night.