Christopher Morley (1890-1957)|
TO YOU, REMEMBERING THE PAST
WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came,
I used to strike a match, and hold the flame
Before your picture and would breathless mark
The answering glimmer of the tiny spark
That brought to life the magic of your eyes,
Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise.
Holding that mimic torch before your shrine
I used to light your eyes and make them mine;
Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky,
Whisper my heart out, yearning for reply;
Summon your lips from far across the sea
Bidding them live a twilight hour with me.
Then, when the match was shrivelled into gloom,
Loyou were with me in the darkened room.
The above poem can be found in:
Morley, Christopher. Chimneysmoke. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1921.