Remembrance (Smith)

Memory has in fee A land where fallen suns Illume the light and fragile bronze Of autumn leaves unchangingly. Memory has in fee A land of fallen suns.

Memory knows the face Of one who wanders there, Tranquil and tall, for ever fair With dreamful, slow, mysterious grace: Memory knows her face, Supremely pale and fair.

Memory sees the sky In her blue eyes alone; And all the forest-bronze is flown, Lost in her hair eternally: Memory finds the sky In her blue eyes alone.

Memory takes her hand Across the lonesome years— And all the ancient stream of tears Has ceased within an autumn land: Memory takes her hand Across forgotten tears.