Draw me gently to your chest
my heart will linger there;
across the ages, along time’s trails,
the memories ever return.
Wait for me!—oh, wait for me!
the plaintive echo pleads.
When least expected, awakening
to memories in words of a poem.
Oh tell me—where do they dwell?
Among the dreams and reveries
apart from the wrack of reality
forever a blend of torture and joy.