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...THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE WETHER by AESOP THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE VICISSITUDES by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |