Classic Poem

There are remembrances that sear the brain,
There are sweet thoughts of other times, that wing
Their dove-like passage o'er the mind, and bring
Returning peace, and musings free from pain.
I have distinct remembrances of thee,
That fall upon me with a leaden weight,
Revealing days of past anxiety;
And then, again, calm visions, that recall
Far holier joys than Fancy can create.
Indeed, I deem these bright realities
Ofttimes, for they seem breathing ecstacies
Of present bliss passing before mine eyes.
Painful and calm, Remembrance hoards them all,
Their various teachings I dare not despise.