OH! NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER.
I
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word:
From sport to sport they hurry me
To banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me,
They think that I forget.
II
They bid me seek in change of scene
The charms that others see;
But were I in a foreign land,
They'd find no change in me:
'Tis true that I behold no more
The valley where we met;
I do not see the hawthorn tree—
But how can I forget?
III
For oh! there are so many things
Recall the past to me;—
The breeze upon the sunny hills,
The billows of the sea;
The rosy tint that decks the sky
Before the sun is set;—
Ay, every leaf I look upon
Forbids me to forget.
IV
They tell me she is happy now,
The gayest of the gay;
They hint that she forgets me,
But heed not what they say:
Like me perhaps she struggles with
Each feeling of regret;
But if she loves as I have loved,
She never can forget.
