Was not therein, but far away
She watched an ever dying day:
She smiled sometimes, and oft she wept,
But through her tears her watch she kept:
Time brought her flowers; she cast the same
To feed the hungering tongues of flame—
Yea, all men know the dreamful dame,
Pale Memory, ye rede her name.
In my soul’s house, alway to be,
Dwelt spirits five for company,