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“CAN I FORGET?”
Can I forget thee? Can the summer rose
Forget the green-leafed glade in which it blows?
Can it forget
The shade the tender thicket round it throws?
Can I forget
The bower wherein my flowerlike passion grows?
Forget the green-leafed glade in which it blows?
Can it forget
The shade the tender thicket round it throws?
Can I forget
The bower wherein my flowerlike passion grows?
Can I forget thee? Can the morning dew
Forget the green rich grass it glistened through?
Can it forget
The warm soft morning mists of pearly blue?
Can I forget
The hour when morning light was one with you?
Forget the green rich grass it glistened through?
Can it forget
The warm soft morning mists of pearly blue?
Can I forget
The hour when morning light was one with you?
Can I forget thee now earth's story's told,
Now that my lips have pressed thy lips grown cold?
Can I forget
Thee whom death struck, but whom death shall not hold?
Can love forget
The hair that shamed the sun with countless gold?
Now that my lips have pressed thy lips grown cold?
Can I forget
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Can love forget
The hair that shamed the sun with countless gold?
Can I forget? Can heaven forget the sun?
Or can night's robes without a star be spun?
Can these forget
Through whom their jewels and golden wealth are won?
Can I forget
Thee, mine in life, in death—and death is done.
Or can night's robes without a star be spun?
Can these forget
Through whom their jewels and golden wealth are won?
Can I forget
Thee, mine in life, in death—and death is done.
July 1, 1881 and January, 1913.
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