They say that Hope is happiness; <br />But genuine Love must prize the past, <br />And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless: <br />They rose the first--they set the last; <br /> <br />And all that Memory loves the most <br />Was once our only Hope to be, <br />And all that Hope adored and lost <br />Hath melted into Memory. <br /> <br />Alas it is delusion all: <br />The future cheats us from afar, <br />Nor can we be what we recall, <br />Nor dare we think on what we are.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-for-music-they-say-that-hope-is-happiness/
