When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
Charles LambOft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.
Charles Lamb