WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came, <br />I used to strike a match, and hold the flame <br />Before your picture and rould breathless mark <br />The answering glimmer of the tiny spark <br />That brought to life the magic of your eyes, <br />Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise. <br /> <br />Holding that mimic torch before your shrine <br />I used to light your eyes and make them mine; <br />Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky, <br />Whisper my heart out, yearning for reply; <br />Summon your lips from far across the sea <br />Bidding them live a twilight hour with me. <br /> <br />Then, when the match was shriveller into gloom, <br />Lo-you were with me in the darkened room.<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-you-remembering-the-past/
