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