Monday, December 21, 2009

The Heart Remembers

The fires of youth may die away and sink to crimson embers. . . . The high romantic dreams may vanish --- But the heart remembers.

The heart remembers everything; the buried past is there. The rapture of loves first delight; the joy and the despair. The faces and the friendships and the names of long ago --- Lie beneath a drift of years like leaves beneath the snow.

The sorrows and the happiness --- Gay June and grey Decembers. The music fades, the roses perish. . . . But the heart remembers.

~ Patience Strong 1945 ~

8 comments:

  1. That is a lovely,lovely poem. I just loved it. Thanks for sharing. Sincerely, Susan from writingstraightfromtheheart.blogspot.com

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  2. Lovely. Yes, the heart remembers. This is a time of reflection and I remember. Gay June and grey Decembers. And tea with special friends along the river in the hot sun.

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  3. It is sooo beautiful up in the mountians, what an amazing view xoxox Clarice

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  4. Happy holidays to you!

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  5. What absolute beauty here on your blog. It just looks so festive and so gorgeous. I love your header and your cozy posts are just the thing to sit with a cup of tea to relax. Merry Christmas!

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  6. Ah, yes, and so it does.

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  7. Beautiful. It's always fun to watch boys/men around a fire :0)
    Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas filled with joy LaTeaDah...

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