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OH DEEM ME NOT FORGETFUL!

TO M.T.
Oh deem me not forgetful, though I love
The sunny pastures and the land of vine,
And golden walls where in the niche above
Some shadowy saint smiles through the broken shrine!
For when the angel of the evening star
Looks down the track of sunset, and there fall
The twilight dreams, and through the hush afar
Some church-bell rings good-will at eve to all,
Oft in the twilight of my dream I pass
To a quiet spot in England where the trees
Seem giant shadows on the misted grass,
And silence turns the key of memories;
And there are times it makes me mad to see
Those red lights twinkle, hear the horse's tread
Along the old familiar road, and be
Where all the mirth and all the love are dead.