I CARE not though the Spring forget Her golden promise made To all the hearts that trust her yet, However oft betrayed. I care not though the Moon above Forget the vassal Sea, If thou, my love -- if thou, my love -- If thou forget not me. I care not though in shadowy bower, With richest ruin strewn, The Rose forget the impassioned hour Of her sweet tryst with June. I care not though yon prideful grove Forget the stricken tree, If thou, my love -- if thou, my love -- If thou forget not me. The stars forget their ancient birth; The Sun forgets that time When he espoused the youthful Earth In his commanding prime. But far from where we mortals move, There shall some record be, That I, my love -- that I, my love -- That I forgot not thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW RICHARD CORY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A SONG OF SUN SETTING by JANE BARLOW KNAPWEED by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE STUDENT'S SERENADE by ANNE BRONTE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE DEAD CHRIST by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. TO THE EVERLASTING NOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |