Remembrance

Let all the towns remember you. And tell it out with mellow tongue, Down April yards at fall of dew — That you were fair, that you were young.

A wind at dusk shaken to and fro Against a melon-colored pane; White flags in a brief, wistful row; An only star after a rain.

But let this secret keep unsung; Nor wise nor fool must it divine, And tell it out with April tongue — That all this loveliness was mine !