
The speaker asks whether happy hours shared in love will be forgotten, picturing them as buried beneath fallen joys and surviving hopes. Memories and regrets are imagined as haunting the heart, turning lost joy into pain.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Elegiac Poetry · 148 words
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Wilt thou forget the happy hours / Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, / Heaping over their corpses cold / Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? / Blossoms which were the joys that fell, / And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.
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Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet / There are ghosts that may take revenge for it, / Memories that make the heart a tomb, / Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, / And with ghastly whispers tell / That joy, once lost, is pain.
memory · regret · lost happiness · love · forgetting
The Past is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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