A Year and a Day
I shall remember the miraculous things you said
My whole life through —
Things to go unforgotten till I am dead;
But the hundredfold, adorable ways of you,
The tilt of your chin for laughter, the turn of your head
That I loved, that I knew —
Oh! while I fed on the dreams of them, these have fled!
Words which no time can touch are my life’s refrain,
But each picture flies.
All that was left to hold till I meet you again,
Your mouth’s deep curve, your brows where the shadow lies,
These are the things I strive to capture in vain,
And I have forgotten your eyes,
And the way that your hair spun curls in the beating of rain.