Perfume

Shake out your hair about me, so,

That I may feel the stir and

Of those vague odours come and

The way our kisses went.

Night gave this priceless hour of love,

But now the dawn steals in apace,

And amorously bends

The wonder of your face."Farewell" between our kisses creeps,

You fade, a ghost, upon the air;

Yet ah! the vacant place still

The odour of your hair.