The mastery and magic of thy voice.
“Forget thee, dear?
God knows I would not if I could;
For sweeter far has been to me the pain
Of love unsatisfied than all the vain
And ill-spent years I lived before we met.
“Forget thee, dear?
God knows if I were lying dead to-day,
To ashes turned in a forgotten grave,
And to my dust he mercifully gave