A Charm Against Amnesia
No name you know reminds you now Of who you are or why you go Alone about your trouble in the snow.
Forgetting whom you would forget You have forgotten more than that And lost your mind's distinctive alphabet.
So if you trace your footprints back To where you started, will that track Supply the sure identity you lack?
The character of snow is white. You cannot find your own delight From marks made on it by your appetite.
Do not despair. There is one name Which being known will make it plain That you and wasted snow are not the same.
Call up the faces you recall And see if from among them all One hurts your heart and makes even cold tears fall.
That half-loved other is your fate Her name can turn you from hell's gate And bring you home again before too late. Robert Nye
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