Memory, Hither Come - Sonne Hagal

Memory, hither come

And tune your merry notes

And, while upon the wind

Your music floats

I’ll pore upon the stream

Where sighing lovers dream

And fish for fancies as they pass

Within the watery glass

I’ll drink of the clear stream

And hear the linnet’s song

And there I’ll lie and dream

The day along

And, when night comes, I’ll go

To places fit for woe

Walking along the darken’d valley

With silent melancholy