Eight Harvard Poets/You Thought I had Forgotten

You thought I had forgotten. Well, I had!
(Although I never guessed I could forget
Those few great moments when we both went mad.)

The other day at someone's tea we met,
Smiling gayly, bowed, and went our several ways,
Complacent with successful coldness. —Yet

Suddenly I was back in the old days
Before you felt we ought to drift apart.
It was some trick—the way your eyebrows raise,

Your hands—some vivid trifle. With a start
Then I remembered how I lived alone,
Writing bad poems and eating out my heart

All for your beauty. —How the time has flown!