THE BOON OF MEMORY.
“Many things answered me.”—Manfred.
I go, I go!—and must mine image fade
From the green spots wherein my childhood play’d,
By my own streams?
Must my life part from each familiar place,
As a bird’s song, that leaves the woods no trace
Of its lone themes?
Will the friend pass my dwelling, and forget
The welcomes there, the hours when we have met