LAST night I saw the Pleiades again, <br /> Faint as a drift of steam <br /> From some tall chimney-stack; <br />And I remembered you as you were then: <br /> Awoke dead worlds of dream, <br /> And Time turned slowly back. <br /> <br />I saw the Pleiades through branches bare, <br /> And close to mine your face <br /> Soft glowing in the dark; <br />For Youth and Hope and Love and You were there <br /> At our dear trysting-place <br /> In that bleak London park. <br /> <br />And as we kissed the Pleiades looked down <br /> From their immeasurable <br /> Aloofness in cold Space. <br />Do you remember how a last leaf brown <br /> Between us flickering fell <br /> Soft on your upturned face? <br /> <br />Last night I saw the Pleiades again, <br /> Here in the alien South, <br /> Where no leaves fade at all; <br />And I remembered you as you were then, <br /> And felt upon my mouth <br /> Your leaf-light kisses fall! <br /> <br />The Pleiades remember and look down <br /> On me made old with grief, <br /> Who then a young god stood, <br />When you—now lost and trampled by the Town, <br /> A lone wind-driven leaf,— <br /> Were young and sweet and good!<br /><br />Arthur Henry Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pleiades-2/
