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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Memory's Care</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing not to me a song of beauty bright, <br>Nor festive scenes of dazzling light; <br>Nor of gorgeous pageant in palace hall <br>Begemmed with many a coronal; <br>But sing to me my memory's care - <br>The misspent hours fled where - oh where? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing not to me of the battlefield, <br>Nor splintered lance nor of broken shield, <br>Not of gory plumes once freshly fair, <br>Not of banners rent nor pennon bare; <br>But sing to me my memory's care - <br>The misspent hours fled where - oh where? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing not to me of the sea-fight won,<br>By daring hearts and by flashing gun, <br>Not how o'er the deep in exultant glee <br>The victor's ship speeds galliantly; <br>But sing to me my memory's care - <br>The misspent hours fled where - oh where? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing not of summer, sing not of spring, <br>For these no joy to my heart can bring; <br>Sing not of autumn yellow and sere <br>Sing not of pallid winter frosty and drear; <br>But sing to me my memory's care - <br>The misspent hours fled where - oh where? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing not of Love's deep tenderness <br>Nor its whispered words, share its sweet caress; <br>Sing not to me of Beauty's power, <br>Nor the bridal morn - Love's dearest hour! <br>But sing to me my memory's care <br>The misspent hours fled where - oh where? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sing - sing to me with a mocking song, <br>Of the guilty past and its deeds of wrong; <br>Sing - till around me the phantoms come, <br>Or the broken hearts in a distant home; <br>These, these are my memory's care, <br>And shriek them forth to my soul's despair!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Owen+Suffolk">Owen Suffolk</a></strong></div>