As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose, <br />Float in the garden when no wind blows, <br />Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; <br />So the old tunes float in my mind, <br />And go from me leaving no trace behind, <br />Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind. <br />but in the instant the airs remain <br />I know the laughter and the pain <br />Of times that will not come again. <br />I try to catch at many a tune <br />Like petals of light fallen from the moon, <br />Broken and bright on a dark lagoon. <br />But they float away--for who can hold <br />Youth, or perfume or the moon's gold?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-tunes-2/
