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Слушать(AI)You Remain
As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me - You remain.
Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories Come and go.
Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me - You remain.
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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