Classic Poem

Rosemary for remembrance—may this be
A leaf where treasured happiness is sealed
Unknown to others; which to us will yield
(Our memory the magic opening key)
A fragrant scent of the lost days set free
A music to our listening ears revealed;
As a rough shell, that sometimes holds concealed
The mystic murmurous secret of the sea.

For something to the written line belongs
Beyond the word that's uttered; through the pen
This verse, mayhap, shall come to live again
And take its place among remembered songs;
When you and I, and all our love and trust
Are blended into long-forgotten dust.