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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
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Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; read more
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.
And have you been to Borderland?
Its country lies on either hand
Beyond the river I-forget.
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And have you been to Borderland?
Its country lies on either hand
Beyond the river I-forget.
One crosses by a single stone
So narrow one must pass alone,
And all about its waters fret--
The laughing river I-forget.
The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.
The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
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Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.