"Where are you now? Do you ever think of me in the quiet, in the crowd?"*

A Place in Thy Memory

            Gerald Griffin (1803-1840)

A PLACE in thy memory, Dearest!

  Is all that I claim:

To pause and look back when thou hearest

  The sound of my name.

Another may woo thee, nearer;

  Another may win and wear;

I care not though he be dearer,

  If I am remember'd there.

Remember me, not as a lover

  Whose hope was cross'd,

Whose bosom can never recover

  The light it hath lost!

As the young bride remembers the mother

  She loves, though she never may see,

As a sister remembers a brother,

  O Dearest, remember me!

Could I be thy true lover, Dearest!

  Couldst thou smile on me,

I would be the fondest and dearest

  That ever lov'd thee:

But a cloud on my pathway is glooming

  That never must burst upon thine;

And heaven, that made thee all blooming,

  Ne'er made thee to wither on mine.

Remember me then! O remember

  My calm light love,

Though bleak as the blasts of November

  My life may prove!

That life will, though lonely, be sweet

  If its brightest enjoyment should be

A smile and kind word when we meet

  And a place in thy memory.

*From Mumford and Sons' "Where Are You Now?"