Only until this cigarette is ended
A little moment at the end of all
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall
And in the firelight to a lance extended
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended
The broken shadow dances on the wall
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set