Shake out your hair about me, so, <br />That I may feel the stir and scent <br />Of those vague odours come and go <br />The way our kisses went. <br />Night gave this priceless hour of love, <br />But now the dawn steals in apace, <br />And amorously bends above <br />The wonder of your face. <br /> <br />'Farewell' between our kisses creeps, <br />You fade, a ghost, upon the air; <br />Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps <br />The odour of your hair.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfume-3/
