MONOTONY

Each hot and shaded ember
Includes the outer wet.
Let us, my life, remember
Our thoughts info regret.

The meaning wind blows colder
Upon the wetted pane.
Our hearts, alas!, feel older
In seeking to live again.

The night hurts. Each red ember
To hotter redness fret!
Alas! When I remember
I wish I could forget.

What vague and cold gusts enter
My soul as by a door!
My soul is the living centre
Of dreams that are no more.

Startle yet more each ember!
Make the fire nearer yet!
How easy it is to remember
When memory means regret!

The wetting wind is higher
All round my senses lone.
My eyes leave not the fire,
My lips a vague name moan.

Shift uselessly each ember!
All our soul is regret.
We regret what we remember
And regret what we forget.

O colder and wilder blowing
The wind through the wet gloom!
On the grave of my past is glowing
A red rose in full bloom.

A darkness lakes each ember.
I stir them not, yet fret.
Our life is to remember
And our wish to forget.

My mystery comes to touch
My shoulder till I dread.
The red rose is dead. Such
As I was is now dead.

Could I wish to forget, pale ember,
Without pining or regret!
Or could I wish to remember
Without wishing to forget!