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 ~
