| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Memory |
| | | Francis Robert Rosslyn, Earl of (1833–90) |
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| I STILL keep open Memory’s chamber: still | |
| Drink from the fount of Youth’s perennial stream. | |
| It may be in old age an idle dream | |
| Of those dear children; but beyond my will | |
| They come again, and dead affections thrill | 5 |
| My pulseless heart, for now once more they seem | |
| To be alive, and wayward fancies teem | |
| In my fond brain, and all my senses fill. | |
| Come, Alice, leave your books; ’t is I who call; | |
| Bind up your hair, and teasing—did you say | 10 |
| Kissing—that kitten? Evey, come with me; | |
| Mary, grave darling, take my hand: yes, all! | |
| I have three hands to-day! A Holiday. | |
| A Holiday, Papa? Woe ’s me! ’t is Memory! | |
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