Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain, <br />From the dim backward vista of our years <br />To bring departed pleasures here again, <br />In youth's fresh morning light and dewy tears, <br />And brooding golden mist let them remain, <br />Since in that distant time their image wears <br />A softer charm, like that of some fair face, <br />That painted long ago may still retain <br />Through faded tints the tender lingering grace <br />Of a fine spirit nothing can efface. <br />Since Time hath spared it, do you e'en as much, <br />Forbear renew'd possession's heavy touch; <br />Call no past Pleasures back, but, sadly wise, <br />Keep them for ever pleasant Memories.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nay-let-the-past-be-past-nor-strive-in-vain/
