Memory, hither come, <br /> And tune your merry notes; <br /> And, while upon the wind <br /> Your music floats, <br /> <br /> I'll pore upon the stream <br /> Where sighing lovers dream, <br /> And fish for fancies as they pass <br /> Within the watery glass. <br /> <br /> I'll drink of the clear stream, <br /> And hear the linnet's song; <br /> And there I'll lie and dream <br /> The day along: <br /> <br /> And, when night comes, I'll go <br /> To places fit for woe, <br /> Walking along the darken'd valley <br /> With silent Melancholy.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-memory-hither-come/
