If I Could But Forget
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days,
When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of unacquaintance, on my sight,
And made the wet, gray day seem bright While clouds themselves grew fair to see.
And since, no day is gray or wet But all the scene comes back to me,
If I could but forget.
If I could but forget How your dusk eyes look into mine,
And how I thrilled as with strong wine Beneath your touch; while sped amain The quickened stream thro' ev'ry vein;
How near my breath fell to a gasp,
When for a space our fingers met In one electric vibrant clasp,
If I could but forget.
If I could but forget The months of passion and of pain,
And all that followed in their train— Rebellious thoughts that would arise,
Rebellious tears that dimmed mine eyes,
The prayers that I might set love's fire Aflame within your bosom yet— The death at last of that desire— If I could but forget.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Другие работы автора
Little Brown Baby
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee What you been doin', suh — makin' san' pies Look at dat bib — you's es du'ty ez me Look at dat mouf — dat's merlasses,
Invitation to Love
Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow; Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow Come in the twilight soft and gray, Come in the night or come in the day,
Christmas Carol
Ring out, ye bells All Nature With gladness at the wondrous story, — The world was at lorn, But Christ is To change our sadness into glory
Lifes Tragedy
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way
