Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
William James Dawson b. 1854Ideal Memory
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That we should part, with tears or deadly strife,
That we should cease to share a common life,
Or walk estranged in voiceless misery,
Then by this night of love remember me.
For tired feet the pitfall grave doth wait:
Can we escape this common trick of fate?
More fortunate than all beside are we?
Wherefore by this night’s love remember me.
The mind moved, and the evil in my blood
Worked words of anger thy meek will withstood,
Not by the hours I sinned ’gainst love and thee,
Oh, not by these, dear love, remember me.
All shapes of joy or beauty,—day’s low light
Dying along the seaward edge of night,
The first sweet violet, music’s ecstasy,
Making the heart leap,—so remember me.
A chamber of sweet sounds and fragrances.
Let the ill pass: its power to hurt was less
Than joy’s to bless us. I remember thee
By thy first kiss; Oh, thus remember me!
And stature seemed to clothe me, and I stood
Supremely strong, and high, and great, and good:
Oh, by that hour, when all I aimed to be
I did appear, by that remember me!