From your remembrance this day I derive,
So that your blank and foggy gaze may ask:
Where once did I see Persian lilacs bask?
And swallows, and a wooden house alive?
So oft now comes into your past-flush heart
A yearning pain, a wish whose name stays hid:
To seek amidst a thoughtful city's grid
That street, which figures on no map or chart!
To see each random letter as a kiss,
To hear that voice behind a door ajar,
You will think to yourself: "She has come far
To help my faithlessness turn into bliss."