Remember Me
When the sinking sunbeams lie
On the forest branches high;
When the twilight hour steals on,
With its hush and soothing tone,
And the care that day hath wrought
Passes from the soften'd thought,
Remember me.
When, like smiles from those we love,
Falls the moonlight from above;
When with evening's earliest star,
Wakes the thought of those afar,
And around thy bosom's cell,
Memory flings her holiest spell,
Remember me.
When the poet's high-wrought words—
When the song of woodland birds—
When the gush of shaded streams
Mingles with thy spirit's dreams,
And whate'er o'er thought may cast
Pensive hues of moments past,
Remember me.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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