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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
Francis Robert Rosslyn, Earl of (1833–90)
I STILL keep open Memory’s chamber: still
Drink from the fount of Youth’s perennial stream.
It may be in old age an idle dream
Of those dear children; but beyond my will
They come again, and dead affections thrill        5
My pulseless heart, for now once more they seem
To be alive, and wayward fancies teem
In my fond brain, and all my senses fill.
Come, Alice, leave your books; ’t is I who call;
Bind up your hair, and teasing—did you say        10
Kissing—that kitten? Evey, come with me;
Mary, grave darling, take my hand: yes, all!
I have three hands to-day! A Holiday.
A Holiday, Papa? Woe ’s me! ’t is Memory!


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