Forget thee?
“Forget
thee?” If to dream by night and muse on thee by day,
If
all worship the deep and wild poet’s heart can pay,
If
prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power,
If
winged thoughts that flit to thee-a thousand in an hour-
If
busy fancy blending thee with all my future lot-
If
this thou call’st “Forgetting,” thou, indeed, shalt be forgot!
“Forget
thee?” Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune;
“Forget
thee?” Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon;
Bid
the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve’s refreshing dew;
Thyself
forget thine own “dear land,” and its “mountains wild and
blue.”
Forget
each old familiar face, each long-remember’d spot-
When
these things are forgot by thee, then thou shalt be forgot!
Keep,
if thou wilt, thy maiden peace, still calm and fancy-free,
For
God forbid thy gladsome heart should grow less glad for me;
Yet,
while that heart is still unwon, oh! bid not mine to rove,
But
let it nurse its humble faith and uncomplaining love;
If
these, preserved for patient years, at last avail me not,
Forget
me then; but ne’er believe that thou canst be forgot!
John Moultrie
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