Why should I grieve to be by her forgot?
Better, then, wish that she had never met me,
Better, oh, far, she should remember not!
Yet that sad wish—oh, would it not come o’er her
Knew she the heart on which she now relies?
Strong it is only in beating to adore her—
Faint in the moment her lov’d image flies!
Why should I murmur lest she may forget me?
Would I not rather be remembered not
Ere have her grieve that she had ever met me?