Sara Teasdale — The Nights Remember

The days remember and the nights remember        &nbsp The kingly hours that once you made so great, Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor,        &nbsp Buried like sovereigns in their robes of state. Let them not wake again, better to lie there,        &nbsp Wrapped in memories, jewelled and arrayed— Many a ghostly king has waked from death-sleep        &nbsp And found his crown stolen and his throne decayed.