As a perfume doth remain <br />In the folds where it hath lain, <br />So the thought of you, remaining <br />Deeply folded in my brain, <br />Will not leave me: all things leave me: <br />You remain. <br /> <br />Other thoughts may come and go, <br />Other moments I may know <br />That shall waft me, in their going, <br />As a breath blown to and fro, <br />Fragrant memories: fragrant memories <br />Come and go. <br /> <br />Only thoughts of you remain <br />In my heart where they have lain, <br />Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, <br />A hid sweetness, in my brain. <br />Others leave me: all things leave me: <br />You remain.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-perfume-2/
