Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.

[Light in August]

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No onestirring, no plans. Just being there.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.