Mnemosyne

Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory, the mother of the Muses...

"How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber, during the long sun-sweetened summer-days.

It's cold abroad the country I remember.

I had a sister lovely in my sight: her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre; we sang together in the woods at night.

It's lonely in the country I remember.

The babble of our children fills my ears, and on our hearth I stare the perished ember, to flames that show all starry thro' my tears.

It's dark about the country I remember."

From Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney, 1874-1904