- MEMORY
OH, let me forget
That ever the air was sweet
With the breath of your flower-like ways,
With your wistful, heart-breaking ways,
And the music of your feet.
Oh, let me forget
That ever the air was warm
With the glow of your youthful lips,
With the rich soft bloom of your lips,
And the magic of your form!
Forget that body so white
And that hair that slipped its bands,
And the eyelids kissed by the perfumed night,
And the pale and passionate hands.
Forget — forget these things!
For these things have an adder's tooth;
And beauty like a scorpion stings,
And cruel — ah, cruel is youth!
Let me feel on my forehead the wind
That blows from the classic shore
Where the wise and lonely shadows find
Rest and need love no more!
No more? If I'm to forget
Your ways, your looks, your tones,
