Here you will find the Poem To You, Remembering the Past of poet Christopher Morley
WHEN we were parted, sweet, and darkness came, I used to strike a match, and hold the flame Before your picture and rould breathless mark The answering glimmer of the tiny spark That brought to life the magic of your eyes, Their wistful tenderness, their glad surprise. Holding that mimic torch before your shrine I used to light your eyes and make them mine; Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky, Whisper my heart out, yearning for reply; Summon your lips from far across the sea Bidding them live a twilight hour with me. Then, when the match was shriveller into gloom, Lo-you were with me in the darkened room.
