The Pleiades

LAST night I saw the Pleiades again,  
 Faint as a drift of steam  
 From some tall chimney-stack;  
And I remembered you as you were then:  
 Awoke dead worlds of dream,  
 And Time turned slowly back.  
 
I saw the Pleiades through branches bare,  
 And close to mine your face  
 Soft glowing in the dark;  
For Youth and Hope and Love and You were there  
 At our dear trysting-place  
 In that bleak London park.  
 
And as we kissed the Pleiades looked down  
 From their immeasurable  
 Aloofness in cold Space.  
Do you remember how a last leaf brown  
 Between us flickering fell  
 Soft on your upturned face?  
 
Last night I saw the Pleiades again,  
 Here in the alien South,  
 Where no leaves fade at all;  
And I remembered you as you were then,  
 And felt upon my mouth  
 Your leaf-light kisses fall!  
 
The Pleiades remember and look down  
 On me made old with grief,  
 Who then a young god stood,  
When you—now lost and trampled by the Town,  
 A lone wind-driven leaf,—  
 Were young and sweet and good!