But Not Forgotten

I think, no matter where you stray,

That I shall go with you a way.

Though you may wander sweeter lands,

You will not soon forget my hands,

Nor yet the way I held my head,

Nor all the tremulous things I said.

You still will see me, small and

And smiling, in the secret night,

And feel my arms about you

The day comes fluttering back again.

I think, no matter where you be,

You'll hold me in your

And keep my image, there without me,

By telling later loves about me.