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    Walter Savage Landor - Loss Of Memory


    by poetictouch

    Walter Savage Landor - Loss Of Memory - Read by John Nixon

    Loss Of Memory
    by Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)

    Memory! thou hidest from me far,
    Hidest behind some twinkling star
    Which peers o'er Pindus, or whose beam
    Crosses that broad and rapid stream
    Where Zeus in wily whiteness shone
    And Leda left her virgin zone.
    Often I catch thy glimpses still
    By that clear river, that lone hill,
    But seldom dost thou softly glide
    To take thy station at my side.
    When later friends and forms are near;
    From these thy traces disappear,
    And scarce a name can I recall
    Of those I value most of all.
    At times thou hurriest me away.
    And, pointing out an earlier day,
    Biddest me hsten to a song
    I ought to have forgotten long:
    Then, looking up, I see above
    The plumage of departing Love,
    And when I cry, Art thou too gone?
    He laughs at me and passes on.
    Some images (alas how few!)
    Still sparkle in the evening dew
    Along my path: and must they quite
    Vanish before a deeper night?
    Keep one, Memory! yet awhile
    And let me think I see it smile.