Deep-memoried in the glow of former years
I walk these walls, while fading day-light brings
the monumental charm of ancient things
and echoes of a hundred joys and fears.
Once I walked here with youthful hopes elate
and all the vivid, thoughtless dreams of youth
with bright illusions, clad in robes of truth
and dark untimely phantoms desolate.
But now I walk detached: No longer gleams
the spectral splendour of unbridled gain.
My fears now quiet, and my hopes more sane.
I can control, if yet I dream, my dreams.
I’ll give to God the world of yesterday,
this tangled garden with its host of flowers
and all its weeds and pray he’ll make past hours
electric instants in his great today.