RETROSPECT

NOW I have fallen out of love A year or two, I hold review Of all the things I used to do, Turning with fingers rational The closed leaves of my passional. And I am quite amazed, by Jove! Wholly incredulous I smile— So hard it is to reconcile With this, my mere immediate me The other self I used to be You with the you that once was you— Now I have fallen out of love A year or two.