mem (11/08/82)
c Stanzas for Music - Lord Byron They say that Hope is happiness; But genuine Love must prize the past, And memory wakes the thoughts that bless; They rose the first - they set the last; And all that Memory loves the most Was once our only Hope to be, And all that Hope adored and lost Hath melted into Memory. Alas! it is delusion all: The future cheats us from afar, Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are. MM