As a perfume doth remain

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.