Anon.
I gave you perfumed fans and coral beads,
A silken gown and blue-embroidered shoes.
All these you left behind, and in my eyes
New tears are born each time I look on them.
One gift alone you did not leave behind,
The very last I ever gave to you,
When, having nothing left of love to give,
I pointed to the autumn’s amber moon.
“—and this,” I said, “shall be my gift to you.”
Now, night by night, I watch the sky alone,
Thinking perhaps to see your shadow hands
Outstretched to touch that shadow gift of mine.