Forget thee! no, not I indeed—
The time appears as yesterday,
And thoughts bring back again with speed
The simple words we used to say.

Forget thee! no, I cannot while
I think, and reason doth its part,
Thy features—form—thy very smile,
Have made an impress on my heart.

Forget thee! yes, indeed I may,
When nature withers through neglect,
And sun grows dim, and stars decay;
Not until then can I forget.

Forget thee! can I? surely not;
Until all things shall cease to be;
Till earth itself shall be forgot,
And time breaks in eternity.

To Write. Upon Being Asked To Write In An Album By Miss A. C. C.
To write in your 'Album' I am not inclined,
Although I no reason can give,
Unless I should tell you I scarce have a mind
To utter a thought that should live.

But since you insist, I suppose I must try—
So here goes to do what I can,
Why, bless me! my thoughts have this moment gone by—
The truants, how swiftly they ran!

To write right, the right way would be to write well,
Yet who can write well without thought?
And if the right thoughts will for ever rebel,
How can I write right as I ought?

Then how can I write in your 'Album,' dear Miss,
If fugitive thoughts will not stay?
I hope you'll excuse an occasion like this—
So, therefore, I bid you good-day.

But stay,—I should wonder, can thoughts run away
From one who never had any?
This problem I leave you to solve as you may,
Your 'Album' will solve it to many.