David Park Barnitz

Remember, ye whom the skies delight,
     Whose faces flame with the falling sun,
That after sunset cometh the night,
That sorrow followeth all delight,
     When love, and lover, and lov'd are one.

O ye whose days are as sands that run,
     One house there is unknown of delight,
One garden is there belov'd of none,
One place there is unseen of the sun,
     Remember, ye whom the skies delight.

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