Cameos

1 a Valentine the WISE forget, dear heart; They leave the past And play the hero’s part, Brave to the last. They weep not nor regret, Calm are their eyes. Dear heart, the wise forget.— I am not wise! 2 FORGIVEN? I SAW Love stand, Not as he was ere we in conflict met, But pale and wan. I knelt—I caught his hand— “O Love,” I cried, “I did not understand! Forgive—forget!” Love raised his head And smiled at me, with weary eyes and worn. “I have forgot—what was it all?” he said; “Only—my hands are scarred where they have bled; My wings are torn.”