The days will come when you will cease to know, The heart will cease to tell you; sadder yet, Tho you say o'er and o'er what once you knew, You will forget, you will forget. There is no memory for what is true, The heart once silent. Well may you regret, Cry out upon it, that you have known all But to forget, but to forget. Blame no one but yourself for this, lost soul! I feared it would be so that day we met Long since, and you were changed. And I said then, He will forget, he will forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD AND HER STATUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT |