In Dreams
by R.L. Stevenson
In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand
As heretofore:
The unremembered tokens in your hand
Avail no more.
No more the morning glow, no more the grace,
Enshrines, endears.
Cold beats the light of time upon your face
And shows your tears.
He came and went. Perchance you wept a while
And then forgot.
Ah me! but he that left you with a smile
Forgets you not.
Friday, September 18, 2009
In Dreams by R.L. Stevenson
From R.L. Stevenson's Songs of Travel. For background see Lust, Vengeance, Exile & Loss.
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