  WE met in May, I know you have forgotten, Have long since put all thought of me away; Yet in my heart the mem’ry ever lingers,— We met in May. Fragrant the air with redolence of blossom! Matchless the sky of perfect, cloudless blue! And oh! the music that the world was ringing— When I met you. Another has your fancy from me captured; Her lot,—Fate’s tenderer impulse to know. Whilst I, adown the years waiting the facing, Alone, must go. No thought is mine save that bequeaths a blessing;— God grant your life be a long, happy day. You have forgotten, but I must remember,— We met in May. |
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