That dearest memories tug our hearts on strings
Is but reflected in these tears that flow,
And silent heartache such remembrance brings
Betrays itself in silver droplets so.
Thus do I now unleash in silent grief
The memoir of love’s long-forgotten years,
And time for once would be a welcome thief,
Could reminiscence  be his booty here.
Thus now I mourn the loss of all things past,
Of distant tender years now mocked by time;
And though love’s joys and sorrows seldom last,
Their relics linger ever on my mind.
These echoes are but sad and lonely strains
Of strings upon my heart that now are chains.

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