I shall remember miraculous things you said
My whole life through –
Things to go unforgotten till I am dead;
But the hundredfold, adorable ways of you,
The tilt of your chin for laughter, the turn of your head
That I loved, that I knew –
Oh, while I fed on the dreams of them, these have fled!
Words which no time can touch are my life’s refrain,
But each picture flies.
All that was left to hold till I meet you again,
Your mouth’s deep curve, your brows where the shadow lies,
These are the things I strive to capture in vain,
And I have forgotten your eyes,
And the way that your hair spun curls in the beating of rain.
=by Kathleen Coates, quoted by Vera Brittain in “Testament of Youth”