What does my name reveal to you?
It will be dead as a wistful sound
Of wave, that splashed a shore around,
As a noise of night in backwoods blue.
It will remain an obsolete sign
In memory’s album like a rough
And patterned looking epitaph
In any language undefined.
What is in it? Lost long ago
With new and passionate emotion,
To soul of yours it will not go
As a remembrance of love's potion.
But in a melancholy day
Exclaim it with a great relief,
Say, memories don’t pass away,
There is a heart where I still live.