Ebony and Crystal/Forgetfulness
FORGETFULNESS
My life is less than any broken glass.****My long and weary love, thy lips unwon—All, all is turned to mere oblivion,With the grey flowers and the fallen grassOf yesteryear. And on the winds that pass,Thy music and thy memory are one;For thy wan face, desired above the sun,Only some languid echo saith Alas.***
Love is no more, immemorably flownAs any leaf or petal.***But to me,The very fields are still, and strange, and lone:The forest and the garden fail for breath,Where the dumb heavens hold implacablyAn autumn like the marble sleep of death.