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H, 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,