Garnered

I have forgotten many things— But not the song the river sings Where reeds are growing; And in some dim and pagan way I hear the little tune today Pan once was blowing! I have forgotten many things— But not the strange perfume that clings To beads of amber; Nor scent of honey in the comb— Honey the wild bees carry home Where grape-vines clamber. I have forgotten many things— The names of Pharaohs and of Kings And Knights long-sleeping; But there are names carved on my heart So they may never more depart From out my keeping. I have forgotten many things— But not the lovers Shakespeare brings Across his pages; Though out of dreams he made them all, They do not pass beyond recall, With Queens and sages. I have forgotten many things— Old griefs and bitterness found wings Wherewith to vanish; But though the years go by—one night Touched by the moon to silver white, No time can banish. And laid in rosemary and rue I keep some letters, tied with blue, To still all aching; These are the things—oh, well I know By land and sea—where'er I go— I will be taking!