Song
A
place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim,
To
pause and look back when thou hearest
The wound of my name.
Another
may woo thee nearer,
Another
may win and wear;
I
care not, though he be dearer,
If
I am remembered there.
Could
I be thy true lover, dearest,
Couldst thou smile on me,
I
would be the fondest and nearest
That ever loved thee.
But
a cloud o’er my pathway is glooming
Which
never must break upon thine,
And
heaven, which made thee all blooming,
Ne’er
made thee to wither on mine.
Remember
me not as a lover
Whose fond hopes are crossed,
Whose
bosom can never recover
The light is lost;
As
the young bride remembers the mother
She
loves, yet never may see,
Ah
a sister remembers a brother,
Oh,
dearest, remember me.
Gerald Griffin
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