An
unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my
leave.
I
have done it so often that you think I will soon return.
To
tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my mind.
For
the spring days come again time after time; the full moon takes leave
and comes on another visit, the flower come again and blush upon their
branches year after year, and it is likely that I take my leave only to
come to you again.
But
keep the illusion awhile; do not send it away with ungentle haste.
When
I say I leave you for all time, accept it as true, and let a mist of
tears for one moment deepen the dark rim of your eyes.
Then
smile as archly as you like when I come again.