Here you will find the Poem The Commercial Traveler of poet Christopher Morley
AH very sweet! If news should come to you Some afternoon while waiting for our eve, That the great Manager had made me leave To travel on some territory new; And that, whatever homeward winds there blew, I could not touch your hand again, nor heave The logs upon our hearth and bid you weave Some wistful tale before the flames that grew. . . Then, when the sudden tears had ceased to blind Your pansied eyes, I wonder if you could Remember rightly, and forget aright? Remember just your lad, uncouthly good, Forgetting what he failed in spleen or spite? Could you remember him as always kind?
