PERHAPS, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to what I used to say, And bring some memory of your love's decline. Then you may pause awhile and think, "Poor jade!" And yield a sigh to me -- as gift benign, Not as the tittle of a debt unpaid To one who could to you her all resign -- And thus reflecting, you will never see That your thin thought, in two small words conveyed, Was no such fleeting phantom-thought to me, But the Whole Life wherein my part was played; And you amid its fitful masquerade A Thought -- as I in yours but seem to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |