Sara Teasdale — Change

Remember me as I was then;        &nbsp Turn from me now, but always see The laughing shadowy girl who stood        &nbsp At midnight by the flowering tree, With eyes that love had made as bright As the trembling stars of the summer night. Turn from me now, but always hear        &nbsp The muted laughter in the dew Of that one year of youth we had,        &nbsp The only youth we ever knew— Turn from me now, or you will see What other years have done to me.