Are you forgotten? Yes, I think you are, <br />Forgotten with most other lovely things, <br />Since but a stifled echo, faint and far, <br />Is all distracted recollection brings. <br />For busy nothings have obsessed my days, <br />Crowding the private places of my mind, <br />And every eager, starving sense decays <br />In seeking vainly where it may not find. <br />But when the tedious, empty clamour dies, <br /> And sleep, your pity-laden messenger, <br />Stoops with her lips upon my closing eyes, <br />And Night’s dark players make their <br />Entrance, where <br />The shadowy stage of dreams is dimly set, <br />Then I remember - how should I forget?<br /><br />Richard Elwes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-forgotten/
