time lost

Rene Magritte Memory of a Voyage 1955

oft in the stilly night

sir thomas moore

when I remember all 

the friends so linked together, 

I've seen around me fall ,

like leaves in wintry weather;

I feel like one 

who treads alone  

some banquet-hall, deserted,

whose lights are fled, 

whose garlands dead, 

and all, but he, departed! 

thus in the stilly night, 

ere slumber's chain has bound me,

sad Mem'ry brings the light,  

of other days around me.