How will you remember me when I am gone;
A zephyr or the thrust of wild storm,
A moonbeam or a lustrous ray at dawn,
Grey April, or a burnished August warm?
A raucous river or a placid lake,
A windswept plain, or yet a mountain grand;
Anfractuous wave or gentle ocean wake;
A jungle deep or stretch of golden sand?
For I shall linger in both wind and rain,
The dark side of the moon and silver star;
Great deserts sure, and too, the watery main:
Near in your heart, and yet remain afar.
May nature’s aspects ever be my shrine,
And their sweet forms, my silhouette in time.

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