As a perfume doth remain 
In the folds where it hath lain, 
So the thought of you, remaining 
Deeply folded in my brain, 
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain. 

Other thoughts may come and go, 
Other moments I may know 
That shall waft me, in their going, 
As a breath blown to and fro, 
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories 
Come and go. 

Only thoughts of you remain 
In my heart where they have lain, 
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, 
A hid sweetness, in my brain. 
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.