To Memory

[sotorrid]

Strange power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I'd rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live--as I live now--to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.

Yet, when I would command thee hence,
Thou mockest at the vain pretence,
Murmuring in my ear a song
Once loved, alas! forgotten long;
And on my brow I feel a kiss
That I would rather die than miss.

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