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Show ' MEMORY. , As a perfume doth remain 1 In the folds where it hath lain, Deeply folded in my hrain, So the thought of you, remaining Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories: fragrant memories Come and go. Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me: all things leave me: You remain. Arthur Symons. |