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The Past

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:12Movement:Romanticism
Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of mould?Blossoms which were the joys that fell,And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yetThere are ghosts that may take revenge for it,Memories that make the heart a tomb,Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom,And with ghastly whispers tellThat joy, once lost, is pain.