She, to Him, II by Thomas Hardy
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
Some otherâ€™s feature, accent, thought like mine,
Will carry you back to what I used to say,
And bring some memory of your loveâ€™s decline.
Then you may pause awhile and think, â€œPoor jade!â€
And yield a sigh to meâ€”as gift benign,
Not as the tittle of a debt unpaid
To one who could to you her all resignâ€”
And thus reflecting, you will never see
That your thin thought, in two small words conveyed,
Was no such fleeting phantom-thought to me,
But the Whole Life wherein my part was played;
And you amid its fitful masquerade
A Thoughtâ€”as I in yours but seem to be.