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I have a room whereinto no one enters Save I myself alone: There sits a blessed memory on a throne, There my life centres." Author:Christina Georgina Rossetti.

H happy soul, since Life cannot estrange One blessed memory, In your calm haven, safe from chance and change, I pray you pity me!

I, too, had once a memory in a shrine, My treasure, guarded fast: And while I deemed it deathless, wholly mine, The Present killed the Past.

I had borne all without a tear or moan, My accolade of pain; All bitterness, all sorrow I have known, Were not that memory slain.