THE memories of moments flown, <br /> Into my spirit's glass assemble; <br />And as they enter, one by one, <br /> My heart-strings into music tremble. <br /> <br />Even as the harp, the breezelet sways, <br /> So thrills my heart responsive ever <br />Unto the thoughts of other days <br /> That came and went—and went forever?<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-harp/
