I know that you are lost to me, and yet I will not think it. If I could but get This too obsequious heart out of your power For one forgetting and contracted hour, This heart that from remembrance has not won Oblivion or even rebellion! I must not think: there's safety that one way. I must not think of you, not even to say "I have forgotten." I will think of -- who? All other women, since they are not you! Ah! but that's weakness: can I not be strong, As you are, in your rage to do me wrong? O! lest I hate you, let my love have power, For love's sake, to forget you for one hour! |