• Heart, we will forget him!
    You an I, tonight!
    You may forget the warmth he gave,
    I will forget the light.

    When you have done, pray tell me
    That I my thoughts may dim;
    Haste! lest while you're lagging.
    I may remember him!

  •  
    Nous aimons exalter, nous exaltons souvent
    Les preux qui, tout sanglants, pleins d’ardeur obstinée,
    Auprès d’un fier drapeau gonflant ses plis au vent,
    Succombent au milieu d’une charge effrénée ;
    Mais toujours nous passons indifférents devant
    Ceux qui luttent sans bruit contre la destinée.

    Nous avons des sanglots, nous avons des lauriers
    ...

  • “forget thee?”—If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day,
    If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet’s heart can pay,
    If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power,
    If wingèd 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...

  • Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not---

    These three bloomed in a garden spot;

    And once, all merry with song and play,

    A little one heard three voices say:

       "Shine and shadow, summer and spring,

          O thou child with the tangled hair

       And laughing eyes! we three shall bring

          Each an...

  • Forget! The lady with the Amulet

    Forget she wore it at her Heart

    Because she breathed against

    Was Treason twixt?


    Deny! Did Rose her Bee —

    For Privilege of Play

    Or Wile of Butterfly

    Or Opportunity — Her Lord away?


    The lady with the Amulet — will face —

    The...

  • Heart! We will forget him!

    You and I — tonight!

    You may forget the warmth he gave —

    I will forget the light!


    When you have done, pray tell me

    That I may straight begin!

    Haste! lest while you're lagging

    I remember him!

  • How happy I was if I could forget

    To remember how sad I am

    Would be an easy adversity

    But the recollecting of Bloom


    Keeps making November difficult

    Till I who was almost bold

    Lose my way like a little Child

    And perish of the cold.

  • Knows how to forget!

    But could It teach it?

    Easiest of Arts, they say

    When one learn how


    Dull Hearts have died

    In the Acquisition

    Sacrificed for Science

    Is common, though, now —


    I went to School

    But was not wiser

    Globe did not teach it
    ...