Forget
Me Not
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DOST THOU THINK I CAN FORGET THEE
WHILST THOU ART SO FAR AWAY;
THOUGH MANY OTHERS THRONG AROUND ME
THOU ART NEAR THE LIVE LONG DAY:
AND OFT I MUSE AND PONDER LONG
OR COUNT THE WEARY DAYS,
OR SIT AND SING SOME WELL-WORN SONG
WHICH THOU WERT WONT TO PRAISE:
TILL LOST AMID A DREAMY MAZE
OF RAPTURE AND DELIGHT,
I TREAD AGAIN SOME DEAR LOVED SPOT
AND HOPE'S BRAVE STAR BURNS BRIGHT:
AND OFT AT QUIET EVENING HOURS
WHEN NATURE LOOKS SO FAIR,
WITH PINKS AND WILD FORGET-ME-NOTS
I BRAID MY GLOSSY HAIR.
A TRIBUTE SMALL TO ABSENT TRUTH
BUT YET HOW SWEET TO ME,
BINDING THUS MY SPIRIT BY
MEMORY'S LINK TO THEE.
