THOU CANST NOT FORGET ME.
Thou canst not forget me: I know that thy heart
Will cherish my memory wherever thou art;
My image will rise, like a spirit, to thee,—
Thou mayst strive, but, alas! thou canst never be free.
Will cherish my memory wherever thou art;
My image will rise, like a spirit, to thee,—
Thou mayst strive, but, alas! thou canst never be free.
'Midst the gay and the giddy, thou 'It seek to forget,
But vain are thy strivings, thou still must regret:
The hopes thou hast blighted, the heart cast away,
Will linger around thee till life's latest day.
But vain are thy strivings, thou still must regret:
The hopes thou hast blighted, the heart cast away,
Will linger around thee till life's latest day.
And I—oh, my spirit is dark as the night,
When I think of the hopes thou hadst power to blight!
But think not I hate thee; no, still in my heart
Thou art shrined, and from memory thou ne'er canst depart.
When I think of the hopes thou hadst power to blight!
But think not I hate thee; no, still in my heart
Thou art shrined, and from memory thou ne'er canst depart.
