Threnody My mind has not forgotten The songs (Printable sister poems)
Threnody
My mind has not forgotten The songs it sang of old ; It sings them yet in the darkness To a soul that is dead and cold.
And I too in the darkness Listen above the grave ; The songs are all of the beauty And joys that others have.
And all my life I shall hear it, The voice of honeyed lies, Singing the joy of living To the soul that will never rise.
ILENCE has come, and sleep,
On eyes no more to weep, On quiet lips that keep
All words unsaid ;
Her rose of days undone
Gone by is all she won,
All things in her begun
Lie dead, lie dead.