Memory 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! Arthur Symons