FORGET ME NOT. “Fail me not thou. 
“I sigh to leave these moonlit groves, 
That hear, and long have heard, our loves; 
I weep this gentle clime to fly, 
These blessed airs, that maiden sky; 
I mourn that hearts which never yet 
Till now have suffered one regret, 
Should thus the cruel doom deplore 
That neither heart had feared before. 
“And wilt thou sigh wdien I am gone, 
And seek these moonlit groves alone? 
And wilt thou weep the hapless fate 
That made and keeps us desolate ? 
And wilt thou mourn that, torn apart 
Each gentle sense and clinging heart, 
We thus the cruel doom deplore 
We had not felt or fear’d before? 
“And, 0! by our remember’d loves, 
Lead thou none other to these groves: 
And whisper in no other ear 
The happy tones ’twas mine to hear; 
And let no other hand be press’d 
Upon the heart where mine was bless’d; 
And keep thy charms as things apart, 
Things sacred to my lonely heart. 
“I could not bear, though now no more 
I taste the joys so dear before, 
That other ears should win the tone 
That bless’d and still should bless, my own; 
That other bosoms should recline 
Upon the heaving swell of thine; 
And other hearts than mine should prove 
The pure, sweet triumph of thy love.” 
