YOU REMAIN (Arthur Symons)

“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:

You remain.

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:

You remain.

(Arthur Symons)