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it me, if you can,—forgetfulness! I surely shall forget, if you can bid me; I who have worshipp'd thee, my god on earth, I who have bow'd me at thy lightest word. Your last command, "Forget me," will it not Sink deeply down within my inmost soul? Forget thee!—ay, forgetfulness will be A mercy to me. By the many nights When I have wept for that I dared not sleep,— A dream had made me live my woes again, Acting my wretchedness, without the hope My foolish heart still clings to, though that hope