Remembrance

George Gordon Lord Byron

’Tis done!—I saw it in my dreams:
No more with Hope the future beams;
  My days of happiness are few:
Chill’d by Misfortune’s wintry blast,
My dawn of Life is overcast;
  Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu!
  Would I could add Remembrance too!

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