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Fill with forgetfulness!—there are, there are Voices whose music I have loved too well; Eyes of deep gentleness—but they are far— Never! oh—never, in my home to dwell! Take their soft looks from off my yearning soul— Fill high th' oblivious bowl!

Yet pause again!—with memory wilt thou cast The undying hope away, of memory born? Hope of re-union, heart to heart at last, No restless doubt between, no rankling thorn? Wouldst thou erase all records of delight That make such visions bright?

Fill with forgetfulness, fill high!—yet stay— —'Tis from the past we shadow forth the land Where smiles, long lost, again shall light our way, And the soul's friends be wreath'd in one bright band: —Pour the sweet waters back on their own rill, I must remember still.