Au Revoir

If time shall not our derelict joys Revive with tunes melodious so, Let past's nostalgic merries balm Our souls and bid all sorrows go. Should ebbing laughter and smiles Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve, May old cheers of our jolliest whiles Redeeming warmths pitifully impart. Although gone mirths seldom thwart Present galls despite their vivid hues, Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are, As would certainly void painful clues. Thus might sweetly reechoed tones, Excerpts from our merriments dead, Like beneficent ditties in unison allay All lingering whits of lonesome dread. And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs Twirl and twine in drab manners sour, Beclouding paths erst snowing white; Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.