Forgotten Sorrow

A stranger grief than any grief by music told Is mine: regret for unremembered loves, and faces Veiled by the night of some unknown farewell, or places Lost in the dusty ebb and lapse of kingdoms old On the slow desert, rises vague and manifold Within my heart at summer twilight. Through the spaces Of all oblivion, voidly then my soul retraces Her dead lives given to the marbles and the mould In dim Palmyra, or some pink, enormous city Whose falling columns now the boles of mightier trees Support in far Siam…. All grievous love, and pity, All loveliness unheld for long, and long estranged, Appeals with voices, indistinguishably changed, Like bells in deep Atlantis, tolled by summer seas.