Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these, my exhortations! Nor, perchance,
If I should be where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence—wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together....
Nor wilt thou then forget
That after many wanderings, many years