The Game of Logic

"I charm in vain; for never again,
All keenly as my glance I bend,
Will
Memory, goddess coy,
Embody for my joy
Departed days, nor let me
gaze
On thee, my fairy friend! Yet could thy face, in mystic grace,
A
moment smile on me, 'twould send
Far-darting rays of light
From Heaven
athwart the night,
By which to read in very deed
Thy spirit, sweetest
friend!

So may the stream of Life's long dream
Flow gently onward to its
end,
With many a floweret gay,
Adown its willowy way:
May no sigh vex,
no care perplex,
My loving little friend!"

- Excerpted from "The Game of Logic"