Forget? Ah, never! Your eyes, your voice, your lips. Those little ways of love, Half-childish yet all-wise That held me but a slave to you, Will never loose their bonds. The power to forget Would Fate but yield to me. Remember? Ah, too well! The hurt, the pain, the grief. The wrack of nightly dreams, The ruth of brooding days, Have left a lesion in my soul That only Heaven can heal. Remembrance is the lot That Fate does hold for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LIVING DEAD by RALPH CHAPLIN THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES ON THESE LABOURED POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MR. WILLIAM BOSWORTH by L. C. |