Remembrance Of Things Past Novels & Stories

Arrogant you lift defiant Boughs against the moaning blast, That, like some invisible giant, Wrapped in tumult, thunders past. Is it that in such insurgent Fury tossed from tree to tree, You would quench the fiercely urgent Pangs of some old memory? As in toil and violent action, That still help them to forget, Mortals drown the dark distraction And insistence of regret. 8 She muses in the gathering twilight. Last night I slept till midnight; then woke, and far away