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Show MNEMOSYNE. By Leonora Beck Ellis. -One mightier empress rules my soul than Hope, And she is Memory. Her deep-built throne Is set among pale ruins, and alone Regret today attends her down the slope That leads to sad Life's haunted catacombs. Regret, whom she has wedded, seldom stirs From fair-eyed Memory, nor parts from hers His pall-spread throne, based deep on Joy's cold tombs. Thy thraldom, dear Mnemosyne, my soul Hath ever owned without a rebel head; It hath been sweet as sad to have thee roll Away the stone which shuts my life that's dead. My hate I hold for thy pale consort's yoke. Would's keep me leal? Thy marriage vows revoke re-voke ! The Pacific Monthly. |