The Blue Bird (Custance)/A Memory
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A MEMORY
O how I loved you when we metFor that one moment of the day!Yes, loved you desperately, and yetCould scarcely find a word to say—No wonder that you looked and smiledAs though upon some timid child.You never guessed, how could you guessThat I adored your loveliness!
You never saw the prisoned soulBehind the windows of my eyes,Frantic to break from fate's controlAnd charm you with her flatteries . . .And show you, your cold heart to move,The shining treasure of her love,And worship in a long embrace,The reckless beauty of your face!
You never knew . . . and the dream diedA broken rose beneath your feet . . . You went your way . . . the world is wide,And I forgot, for youth is sweet . . .Yet when at night I lie awake,My heart is sad for a dream's sake,And I remember and regret . . .O how I loved you when we met!