by Timothy Thomas Fortune
You will go hence, sweetheart, and leave me,
And may forget
We ever met-
And that it is, alas! will grieve me!
And, yet, the past-
How could it last!
And could I know you would deceive me!
The fleeting hours we spent together-
The rambles far
'Neath sun and star
In peaceful calm and stormy weather,
By hedge and stream-
A Summer dream-
Our hearts as light as lightest feather-
Can you forget
That we have met!
Last updated July 24, 2019