Quote by: Arthur Symons

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leave me - You remain. Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories; fragrant memories Come and go. Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me; all things leave me - You remain.

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Author Bio

  • NameArthur Symons
  • DescriptionBritish poet
  • BornFebruary 28, 1865
  • DiedJanuary 22, 1945
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPoet; Writer