Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BITTER HERB, by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER


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First Line: O bitter herb, forgetfulness
Last Line: Far as the vales of death?
Subject(s): Forgetfulness


O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.

When I was young, this bitter herb
Grew wild on every hill;
I should have plucked a store of it,
And kept it by me still.

I hunt through all the meadows
Where once I wandered free,
But the rare herb, Forgetfulness,
It hides away from me.

O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
Where is your drowsy breath?
Oh, can it be your seed has blown
Far as the Vales of Death?








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