Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
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.
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.
- 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.]