University of Virginia Library


138

FORGET NOT ME

Forget not me, my love,
When others whisper thou art fair;
With honeyed words their lips may move,
But love like mine is rare.
Forget not me, my love,
When warmer eyes upon thee rest;
Their fire can ne'er so fervent prove
As that within my breast.
Think not I doubt thy faith;
The wreathy foam upon the sea,
Spread by the zephyr's gentlest breath
Is not more pure than thee.
I well believe thee true,
Thy heart will ne'er deceitful be;
But then that heart is tender too,
For it was kind to me.
May not a tearful eye,
A glowing cheek, and mournful air,
Break from thy friendly heart a sigh,
And waken pity there?