Memory, hither come, br And tune your merry notes; br And, while upon the wind br Your music floats, br br I'll pore upon the stream br Where sighing lovers dream, br And fish for fancies as they pass br Within the watery glass. br br I'll drink of the clear stream, br And hear the linnet's song; br And there I'll lie and dream br The day along: br br And, when night comes, I'll go br To places fit for woe, br Walking along the darken'd valley br With silent Melancholy.