SOUVENIR.HOW you haunt me with your eyes!Still that questioning persistence,Sad and sweet, across the distanceOf the days of love and laughter,Those old days of love and lies.Not reproaching, not reproving,Only, always, questioning,Those divinest eyes can bringMemories of certain summers,Nights of dreaming, days of loving,When I loved you, when your kiss,Shyer than a bird to capture,Lit a sudden heaven of rapture;When we neither dreamt that eitherCould grow old in heart like this.Do you still, in love’s December,Still remember, still regretThat sweet unavailing debt?Ah, you haunt me, to remind meYou remember, I forget!
HOW you haunt me with your eyes!Still that questioning persistence,Sad and sweet, across the distanceOf the days of love and laughter,Those old days of love and lies.
Not reproaching, not reproving,Only, always, questioning,Those divinest eyes can bringMemories of certain summers,Nights of dreaming, days of loving,
When I loved you, when your kiss,Shyer than a bird to capture,Lit a sudden heaven of rapture;When we neither dreamt that eitherCould grow old in heart like this.
Do you still, in love’s December,Still remember, still regretThat sweet unavailing debt?Ah, you haunt me, to remind meYou remember, I forget!