THE memories of moments flown,
Into my spirit's glass assemble;
And as they enter, one by one,
My heart-strings into music tremble.
Even as the harp, the breezelet sways,
So thrills my heart responsive ever
Unto the thoughts of other days
That came and went-and went forever?
The Inner Harp
Joseph Skipsey
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