Forget Thee!
Forget thee! No; as well may spring
Forget to woo the life of flowers;
As well may time on magic wing
Forget to bear away the hours!
In that chill field of light above
Can e'en one star forget to shine?
Ah, no! and memory, lit by love,
For aye will brood o'er tones of thine.
Thy words fall strangely on mine ear;
Say, wherefore bid me thus forget?
'Tis as though flowers the sun did cheer
Should bid the sun forever set.
Such words half speak a change in thee,
And waking pride; but, ah! they never
Can bear away my constancy;
So I will trust and love thee ever.
