Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.

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

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

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not read more

But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.