A tune

I heard tonight that one of my very dear friends broke up with his love. I dedicate this post to him. May your heart mend soon dear friend, you're in my thoughts...

A tune
by Arthur Symons

A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head
As a wind-mill turns in the wind on an empty sky.
Why it is when love, which men call deathless, is dead,
That memory, men call fugitive, will not die?
Is love not dead? yet I hear that tune if I lie
Dreaming awake in the night on my lonely bed,
And an old thought turns with the old tune in my head
As a wind-mill turns in the wind on an empty sky.