I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, And we are done forever; by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, If you entreat me with my favorite vow. I would indeed that love were longer-lived, And oaths were not so brittle as they are, But so it is, and nature has contrived To struggle on without a break thus far, -- Whether or not we find what we are seeking Is idle, biologically speaking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL TO WAKEN AN OLD LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |