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You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

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 i...

But now life's face beholden   Seemed bright as heaven's bare
With hope of gifts withholden   But now
From time's full-flowering
Each bud spake bloom to embolden   Love's heart, and seal his vow

When, dearest I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be   Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth
Are like the grace of deities,   Still present with us, tho’ unsighted

But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;
Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,
Now use thy Summer smiles ere Winter lours

IF life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, —A barren, barren world were

A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of
Children three that nestle near,

But listen,
I am warning youI'm living for the very last time
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

EN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
For wealth and fame I vowed to rove,
That we might meet no more to part

Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, no...