第75章 PHANTOMS

Back,ye Phantoms of the Past;

In your dreary caves remain:

What have I to do with memories Of a long-forgotten pain?

For my Present is all peaceful,And my Future nobly planned:

Long ago Time's mighty billows Swept your footsteps from the sand.

Back into your caves;nor haunt me With your voices full of woe;I have buried grief and sorrow In the depths of Long-ago.

See the glorious clouds of morning Roll away,and clear and bright Shine the rays of cloudless daylight -Wherefore will ye moan of night?

Never shall my heart be burthened With its ancient woe and fears;I can drive them from my presence,I can check these foolish tears.

Back,ye Phantoms;leave,oh leave me To a new and happy lot;Speak no more of things departed;

Leave me--for I know ye not.

Can it be that 'mid my gladness I must ever hear you wail,Of the grief that wrung my spirit,And that made my cheek so pale?

Joy is mine;but your sad voices Murmur ever in mine ear:

Vain is all the Future's promise,While the dreary Past is here.

Vain,oh worse than vain,the Visions That my heart,my life would fill,If the Past's relentless phantoms Call upon me still!