THERE are few to whom, expiring, I would say, Forget me not? The busy world, the many-minded, -- why should it forget me not? I have never worn its honours, never won its open shame, Never bent before it, never wooed it to forget me not; But if e'er my hand has wakened grateful hearts to yearn to mine, If I ever earned kind friendship, let those friends forget me not. And for Her who was and is my soul of soul -- my life of life -- 'Twould be wicked doubt to ask it -- Leila will forget me not. Then mayst @3thou@1 of all remembrance -- thou whose knowledge only sleeps In the free-will of thy justice -- Father -- thou -- forget me not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OUT OF SORROW: REFUGE by SARA TEASDALE EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 102 by THOMAS WYATT SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: PASTORAL 3. THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN by NICHOLAS BRETON WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |