I had forgotten she was dead, though once I had loved her. It was seeing how she would turn her head To say goodbye, as she used of old, That brought her back. Where, in all the world's flux, is there a dream that will stay! Once she was all the beauty, all the meaning of night and day to me; Now she is only a petal I find At a chance-turned page in the book of the past. Is she bending her head in the same way To say goodbye to some other lover? Why have I opened the book again at this page? She was dear, once -- and I am still foolishly young. Shall I never age? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR |