Believe it not; thou wilt forget!
A few short years perchance thou’lt keep
My mem’ry fresh and green,
Recalling e’en each look of mine,
Without a mist between—
And think ’twill aye be so—and yet,
Believe it not; thou wilt forget!
I’ve met with friends who’ve vowed to me,
To love through good and ill;
To cherish me till life’s great pulse