REMEMBER me as I was then; <br />Turn from me now, but always see <br />The laughing shadowy girl who stood <br />At midnight by the flowering tree, <br />With eyes that love had made as bright <br />As the trembling stars of the summer night. <br />Turn from me now, but always hear <br />The muted laughter in the dew <br />Of that one year of youth we had, <br />The only youth we ever knew— <br />Turn from me now, or you will see <br />What other years have done to me.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-244/
