Not while the woods are redolent of Spring
Or scentless immortelles of Autumn blow
Shall I evade your loveliness, or know
Surcease of Love,and Love's remembering.
But, haply, wandering, worlds and cycles hence,
Through unforeseen, fantastic avatars,
I shall forget you in the future stars
And take of Time an alien recompense,
'Till, in some strange and latter planet made
Of molten shards and meteor dust of this,
My hand shall pluck an unsuspected bloom
That lifts again the scarlet of your kiss,
And I shall muse, and linger, knowing not
The love that perished, like a lost perfume.
--C.A.S.