Owen Suffolk - My Memory's Care
Sing not to me a song of beauty bright, <br />Nor festive scenes of dazzling light; <br />Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hall <br />Begemmed with many a coronal; <br />But sing to me my memory's care - <br />The misspent hours fled where - oh where? <br /> <br />Sing not to me of the battlefield, <br />Nor splintered lance nor of broken shield, <br />Not of gory plumes once freshly fair, <br />Not of banners rent nor pennon bare; <br />But sing to me my memory's care - <br />The misspent hours fled where - oh where? <br /> <br />Sing not to me of the sea-fight won, <br />By daring hearts and by flashing gun, <br />Not how o'er the deep in exultant glee <br />The victor's ship speeds galliantly; <br />But sing to me my memory's care - <br />The misspent hours fled where - oh where? <br /> <br />Sing not of summer, sing not of spring, <br />For these no joy to my heart can bring; <br />Sing not of autumn yellow and sere <br />Sing not of pallid winter frosty and drear; <br />But sing to me my memory's care - <br />The misspent hours fled where - oh where? <br /> <br />Sing not of Love's deep tenderness <br />Nor its whispered words, share its sweet caress; <br />Sing not to me of Beauty's power, <br />Nor the bridal morn - Love's dearest hour! <br />But sing to me my memory's care <br />The misspent hours fled where - oh where? <br /> <br />Sing - sing to me with a mocking song, <br />Of the guilty past and its deeds of wrong; <br />Sing - till around me the phantoms come, <br />Or the broken hearts in a distant home; <br />These, these are my memory's care, <br />And shriek them forth to my soul's despair!<br /><br />Owen Suffolk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-memory-s-care/
