Aye, every leaf I look upon forbids that I forget.
They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay,
They hint that she forgets me too, but I heed not what they say;
Perhaps like me she struggles with each feeling of regret,
But if she loves as I have loved, she never can forget.
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
Answer to
“Oh! No, We Never Mention Her!”
Oh! am I then remembered still,
Remembered too by thee!