Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
You Will Forget Me
You will forget me. The years are so tender, They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep; This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendour Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep; The cloud of forgetfulness, over and over Will banish the last rosy colours away, And the fingers of time will weave garlands to cover The scar which you think is a life-mark to-day. You will forget me. The one boon you covet Now above all things will soon seem no prize, And the heart, which you hold not in keeping to prove it True or untrue, will lose worth in your eyes. The one drop to-day, that you deem only wanting To fill you life-cup to the brim, soon will seem But a valueless mite; and the ghost that is haunting The aisles of your heart will pass out with the dream. You will forget me; will thank me for saying The words which you think are so pointed with pain. Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Will change for you soon to a livelier strain. I shall pass from your life--I shall pass out for ever, And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past. Youth buries its dead; grief kills seldom or never-- And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.
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