Here you will find thePoemBroken Promiseof poet Archibald MacLeish
THAT was by the door Leafy evening in the apple trees And you would not forget this anymore And even if you died there would be these Touchings remembered and you would return From any bourne from any shore To find the evening in these leaves To find my arms beside this door... I think O my not now Ophelia There are not always (like a moon) Rememberings afterward (I think there are Sometimes a few strange stars upon the sky.)
