I think no matter where you stray, that I shall go with you away. Though you may wander, sweet or lands, you will not soon forget my hands. Nor yet the way I held my hand, 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.