A Farewell

Forget me, and remember me, O heart!
Forget me for the dear delight of days
We walked together down fair, fragrant ways:
Remember me for that I now depart.

For that I give our one sure hour of bliss
As venturing a distant promised peace,
Give joy, for hope that joy may ne'er decrease,—
Reluctant heart, forget me not for this.

Nay, keep me in your fairest thoughts, my fair;
Though all the sundering night be set to pain,
It shall be day when we two meet again,
In some far valley of the timeless air.
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