Within their hearts grew still—
Forgetting me, oh, ne’er!—and yet,
Alas! Alas! they did forget.
My name to them is now like some
Dim mem’ry of a song
They used to love to listen to—
But that was long since—long—
’Tis charmless now—and yet, and yet,
They said they never would forget.
A little time, and thou wilt write