THE LONE MEMORY LANE
Lying lonely under the shade of a lonely tree
Thinking over the past memory of forlorn days
When the evening shadow gather,
And I seek the lonely shore,
Where ‘oft we walk together
In those happy days of yore.
I seem to hear your words again
In the wave that softly break,
And in a sweet, sad tone she say,
ye, come for memory sake.
But now the leaves are dead and gone,
And all the trees are bare,
Still the place seems darer to my heart
It seems my sadness to share
To memory, dear is every place;
Where e’er your feet have trod,
The heart you crushed will never keep
Your image will remain in my heart;
Gone are thy smile for me, I know,
Thy words ne’er forget
I gave to thee my heart’s first love,
And it is with thee yet.
Thy smiles are for another now,
Thou words are for your deaf ear
And memory is the only friend,
That lives my heart to cheer.
So farewell to this gentle autumn breeze,
That fans this lingering spark,
Of pleasure that fond memory waves
In the heart of this poet.