<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brightly the sun of summer shone,<br>Green fields and waving woods upon,<br>And soft winds wandered by;<br>Above, a sky of purest blue,<br>Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,<br>Allured the gazer's eye.<br>But what were all these charms to me,<br>When one sweet breath of memory<br>Came gently wafting by?<br>I closed my eyes against the day,<br>And called my willing soul away,<br>From earth, and air, and sky;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That I might simply fancy there<br>One little flower - a primrose fair,<br>Just opening into sight;<br>As in the days of infancy,<br>An opening primrose seemed to me<br>A source of strange delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Memory! ever smile on me;<br>Nature's chief beauties spring from thee,<br>Oh, still thy tribute bring!<br>Still make the golden crocus shine<br>Among the flowers the most divine,<br>The glory of the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still in the wall-flower's fragrance dwell;<br>And hover round the slight blue bell,<br>My childhood's darling flower.<br>Smile on the little daisy still,<br>The buttercup's bright goblet fill<br>With all thy former power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ever hang thy dreamy spell<br>Round mountain star and heather bell,<br>And do not pass away<br>From sparkling frost, or wreathed snow,<br>And whisper when the wild winds blow,<br>Or rippling waters play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is childhood, then, so all divine?<br>Or Memory, is the glory thine,<br>That haloes thus the past?<br>Not all divine; its pangs of grief,<br>(Although, perchance, their stay be brief,)<br>Are bitter while they last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor is the glory all thine own,<br>For on our earliest joys alone<br>That holy light is cast.<br>With such a ray, no spell of thine<br>Can make our later pleasures shine,<br>Though long ago they passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115583" data-title="Memory de Anne Brontë" data-description="Brightly the sun of summer shone,/Green fields and waving woods upon,/And soft winds wandered by;/Above, a sky of purest blue,/Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,/Allured the gazer's eye./But what were all these charms to me,/When one sweet b..."></div> </div> </div>

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