Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend, <br />A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite, <br />Why hast thou come to trouble my delight <br />With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end <br />Of all that time, I had made haste to send <br />My soul into red places, and to light <br />A torch of pleasure to burn up my night. <br />What I have woven hast thou come to rend ? <br /> <br />In silent acres of forgetful flowers, <br />Crowned as of old with happy daffodils, <br />Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying, <br />Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours <br />Of hard remembrances and sad delaying, <br />Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-l-2/
