You are gone from me -
Or I from you;
The day dragged on for a thousand years -
Or a thousand years flew
Unconscious
Of you.

Look not back, dearest,
As I do;
Adore not the roses
I outgrew -
Never were they real to me
As they were to you.

Sing not of the faded sky
Once blue,
For it is blue still, though bright
To me, dark to you.

Despise not my forgetful smile:
For once, it is true.