Remember me and smile, as smiling too, I have remembered things that went their way— The dolls with which I grew too wise to play— Or over-wise—kissed, as children do,
And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy Have done with this poor piece of ...
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for e...
My fairest child,
I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I'll leave you,