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FLOWERS BY THE POETS. 
THE DAY WHEN I FORGET YOU. 
Oh, darling ! all the Pansy blooms, 
Lulled into rest by sweet perfumes. 
Will die amid the woodland glooms, 
The day when I forget you. 
The stars will falter when they cross 
The blue above, and sudden loss 
Will fill the hours with bitterest dross, 
The day that I forget you. 
The sunshine will not touch that day, 
The green hill nor the rippled bay ; 
But all the world will walk in gray, 
The day when I forget you. 
For you, if not for those you know. 
The heart will fill and overflow 
In bitter tears that hurt us so, 
The day when I forget you. 
But, Oh, love ! that will never be l 
My heart will hold your memory 
As shells keep singing of the sea ; 
I never shall forget you. 
