Look how a sadness has become a madness,
Yet love, the madness, cured me—
You were more alone than alone,
But when I spoke, you heard me.
Look at the beauty reflected in the glass.
It will pass, it will pass.
See all the seeing seen by your eye.
It will die, it will die.
Yet how much that dies returns!
Our love was dead—
Now look how it burns.
Love that loved in those leaves
Could not survive.
Now look what throngs into your mind,
Memories that thrive
More than when those leaves were alive.
I did not speak with words, but my eyes,
And now I am astronomer
To your face which lives behind your skies.