YOU have got into my blood like a subtle poison, Eating the veins with a renewed pale flame; And yet you cannot weaken me, nor break me. See, I am strong! I cannot waste away Save after hours so bitter-long and uncounted You will lose track of them, who think of them now. You will not know my final ebbing-out, Nor will it burden you. In remote far times Perhaps, if you hear my name, you may remember A something vague about me—(a something disturbing Of her who gives you today such quietness)— And turning at the flash of thought, you will say "This woman loved me once, I seem to remember; Or maybe the truth of it was that I loved her. I am sure, at least, that there was something between us— Something we chose to hide for our own reasons." So you will pass to other thoughts, in time. |