These things were yours, these little simple things;
You touched them, used them one time, loved them well.
Now you are gone, but still about them clings
The fragrance of your hands adorable.
These childish books; these learned works well-thumbed;
These time-stained prints; these comfortable chairs;
This music, and this album where you gummed
Your childhood’s treasure; these Italian jars;
This little cup blue-patterned; this old bed;
These sheets that whitely wrapt you slumbering;
These garden-walks and autumn-tinted trees,
That knew your laughter, and past numbering
These blades of grass that bent beneath your tread:
Because they once were yours, I love all these.
(Dynely Hussey)
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