Oft I remember those I have known
In other days, to whom my heart was lead
As by a magnet, and who are not dead,
But absent, and their memories overgrown
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Pleasures like flowers may may wither and decay but roots perinatal may stay. Beautiful portrait!
A wonderful portrayal of one of the aspects of human nature that deals with memories relating to men long forgotten. The analogy of those memories with old graves with features that have turned nondescript over a period of time is unique. Reading this poem might make one sad but it leads him to a realization of some of life's harsh realities.
Beautiful poem