Memory has in fee
A land where fallen suns
Illume the light and fragile bronze
Of autumn leaves unchangingly.
Memory has in fee
A land of fallen suns.
Memory knows the face
Of one who wanders there,
Tranquil and tall, for ever fair
With dreamful, slow, mysterious grace:
Memory knows her face,
Supremely pale and fair.
Memory sees the sky
In her blue eyes alone;
And all the forest-bronze is flown,
Lost in her hair eternally:
Memory finds the sky
In her blue eyes alone.
Memory takes her hand
Across the lonesome years—
And all the ancient stream of tears
Has ceased within an autumn land:
Memory takes her hand
Across forgotten tears.