Rings lustrous as music and hovers
⁠As birds that impend on the sea,
And thoughts that their prison-house covers
⁠Arise and are free.

Forgetfulness deep as a prison
⁠Holds days that are dead for us fast
Till the sepulchre sees rearisen
⁠The spirit whose reign is the past,
Disentrammelled of darkness, and kindled
⁠With life that is mightier than death,
When the life that obscured it has dwindled
⁠And passed as a breath.

But time nor oblivion may darken
⁠Remembrance whose name will be joy
While memory forgets not to hearken,
⁠While manhood forgets not the boy