TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND.
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6.
Then tell me not, remind me not,[1]
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,[2]
Till thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.
Aug. 13, 1808. [First published, 1809.]
TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND.[3]
1.
Few years have pass'd since thou and I
Were firmest friends, at least in name,
And Childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.[4]
- ↑ Remind me not, remind me not.—[MS. L.]
- ↑ Must still.—[MS. L.]
- ↑ To Sir W. D., on his using the expression, "Soyez constant en amitié."—[MS. L.]
- ↑
'Twere well my friend if still with thee
Through every scene of joy and woe,
That thought could ever cherish'd be
As warm as it was wont to glow.—[MS. L.]
