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miercuri, 15 mai 2013

PERFUME



PERFUME

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
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 Bowell

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