Poems (Jordan)/Hidden Memories
HIDDEN MEMORIES
In that room of my heart, the center,
Back of doors Love's key keepeth fast;
In a chest which moths cannot enter,
Are stored all the robes of the Past.
Here are Youth's gay garments, Time faded,
In the same old silences wrapped;
And here the fine Fancies I braided,
Which Hope with choice colorings capped.
Back of doors Love's key keepeth fast;
In a chest which moths cannot enter,
Are stored all the robes of the Past.
Here are Youth's gay garments, Time faded,
In the same old silences wrapped;
And here the fine Fancies I braided,
Which Hope with choice colorings capped.
And here are the garments worn later,
In that one brief Autumn I spent,
Where all best joys seemed to cater
To the whims which a thought could invent.
But here—'mid Love's lavender lying,—
Are robes still unfaded, but torn;—
As sacred as words of the dying,
They are hidden 'till Life's Easter-morn!
In that one brief Autumn I spent,
Where all best joys seemed to cater
To the whims which a thought could invent.
But here—'mid Love's lavender lying,—
Are robes still unfaded, but torn;—
As sacred as words of the dying,
They are hidden 'till Life's Easter-morn!