I Care Not

I CARE not though the Spring forget
Her golden promise made
To all the hearts that trust her yet,
However oft betrayed.
I care not though the Moon above
Forget the vassal Sea,
If thou, my love—if thou, my love—
If thou forget not me.

I care not though in shadowy bower,
With richest ruin strewn,
The Rose forget the entrancing hour
Of her sweet tryst with June.
I care not though yon prideful grove
Forget the stricken tree,
If thou, my love—if thou, my love—
If thou forget not me.

The stars forget their ancient birth;
The Sun forgets that time
When he espoused the youthful Earth
In his commanding prime.
But far from where we mortals move,
There shall some record be,
That I, my love—that I, my love—
That I forgot not thee.
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