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39 Literary Gazette, 1st October, 1825, Page 636

Oh, tell me not I shall forget The lesson he has taught me, Albeit I may not feel so much The wo that lesson wrought me.

I do believe my heart will beat Less wildly than 'tis beating now, That time will calm my bursting pulse, And bring its calmness to my brow.

I do believe that I shall bear To hear them name to me thy name, Without my heart beating to pain, Without my cheek burning to flame.

I do believe that I shall learn To see thee coldly gaze on me, Aye, carelessly as thou, for pride Will nerve the look I turn on thee.

But never may my heart forget How dear a dream love's dream has been; Time's lapse may fling a softened shade, But never quite efface the scene.

And to my latest hour my love, Shrowded in my heart's last recess, Like a funereal lamp will dwell In melancholy tenderness;

But deep and lonely, not so much Love as love's memory, like the air That lingers in just felt perfume, To say the rose has blossomed there—