Perfume

Shake out your hair about me, so,

That I may feel the stir and scent

Of those vague odours come and go

The way our kisses went.

Night gave this priceless hour of love,

But now the dawn steals in apace,

And amorously bends above

The wonder of your face.

"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,

You fade, a ghost, upon the air;

Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps

The odour of your hair.