A Memory Reclaimed
O memory, didn't my soul command to pursue The hour youth was crowned with jocund cheer? When on my brow there bloomed a passion new, And vow’s bright torch illumined the budding year. We chased the kites upon the windswept plain, Their gaudy wings did mock the vault on high; While piping reeds gave forth a pastoral strain, And time stood still beneath the summer sky. Lo! on the hills the sighing tempests spoke, Still we, unbowed, did seek the shepherd’s fold; And when the viol through the silence broke, Its trembling voice was richer than pure gold. Though feasts be fled, and rustic songs decay, Their echoes live and haunt my soul today. ----Affaq PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter #WordsByAffaq #AffaqOnYouTube #AffaqOnInstagram #AffaqOnPinterest #Morni...