RONDEAU.— I WILL FORGET.

I will forget those days of mingled bliss

And dear delicious pain,— will cast from me

All dreams of what I know can never be,

Even the remembrance of that parting kiss.

I knew that some day it would come to this

In spite of all our sworn fidelity,

That I must banish even memory,

And, sorrowing, learn to say, nor say amiss

I will forget.

I register this vow, and am content

That it be so. Ah me!— yet, if the door

Shut on our heaven might be asunder rent

Even now, and I could see the way we went,

I might retract my vow, and say no more

I will forget.