Seventeen years ago you said 
Something that sounded like Good-bye; 
And everybody thinks that you are dead, 
But I.
So I, as I grow stiff and cold 
To this and that say Good-bye too; 
And everybody sees that I am old 
But you.
And one fine morning in a sunny lane 
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear 
That nobody can love their way again 
While over there 
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

A Quoi Bon Dire? by Charlotte Mew

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