THERE were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide, <br />And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all <br />The immortal moods that faded, the god who died, <br />Hastening away to the King on a distant call. <br /> <br /> <br />There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven, <br />And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged; <br />And we passed away, unremembering and unforgiven, <br />Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed. <br /> <br /> <br />Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind, <br />We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight; <br />We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find <br />When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-5/
