OBW 174 ~ Worn

Song: Memory, hither come
by William Blake

Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,

I’ll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I’ll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet’s song;
And there I’ll lie and dream
The day along:

And, when night comes, I’ll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken’d valley
With silent Melancholy.


What are you thankful for today?

I am thankful for things worn and old, like the pocket watch that was passed on to the son by his greatgrandfather, historical places we have been, old photographs, memories that stays in our hearts.

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