Footfalls echo in the memory<br>
Down the passage which we did not take<br>
Towards the door we never opened<br>
Into the rose-garden. My words echo<br>
Thus, in your mind.<br>
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp But to what purpose<br>
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves<br>
<a href=thesnowsofkilimanjaro.html>I do not know</a>.<br>