From a London garden

Chapter 37: UNFORGOTTEN

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About This Book

A collected series of lyrical poems moves between urban and rural imagery to reflect on love, mortality, time, memory, and moral growth. The poet uses concise, imagistic language and varied meters to meditate on human experience: longing and loss, pride and humility, the rhythms of city life and quiet country scenes, the passage of days and seasons, death and consolation. Voices range from personal confession to philosophical observation, with elegiac tones, religious reflection, and celebration of steadfastness. Recurring motifs—light and shadow, dawn and evening, gardens and streets—bind individual pieces into a contemplative portrait of inner life amid modern surroundings.

UNFORGOTTEN

Last night in some dim corner of my brain,

The while I slept, there woke a thought of thee

That lit my sleep; for though no more I see

Or hear thee, and no more may share my pain

And pleasure with thee, in my heart remain

Old words of our lost friendship that to me

Are dear and sacred still, as things must be

That have been and can never be again:

Dear as the boyhood’s hopes to which we cleave

No longer—ah, no longer fancy led!

Dear as the dreams the looms of Memory weave

With many a lost and half-remembered thread;

Sacred as those last kisses that we leave

On the unknowing faces of our dead.