Remember me and smile, as smiling too, <br />I have remembered things that went their way-- <br />The dolls with which I grew too wise to play-- <br />Or over-wise--kissed, as children do, <br />And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy <br />Have done with this poor piece of painted clay-- <br />Not wantonly, but wisely, shall we say? <br />As one who, haply, tunes his heart anew. <br /> <br />Only I wish her eyes may not be blue, <br />The eyes of a new angel. Ah! she may <br />Miss something that I found,--perhaps the clue <br />To those long silences of yours, which grew <br />Into one word. And should she not be gay, <br />Poor lady! Well, she too must have her day.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-4/
