I think, no matter where you stray
That I shall go with you a way
Though you may wander sweeter lands
You will not soon forget my hands
Nor yet the way I held my head
Nor all the tremulous things I said
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again
I think, no matter where you be
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me
By telling later loves about me