Part 2 — "GO, FORGET ME"
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Go, forget me! Why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me,—and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile—though I shall not be near thee. Sing—though I shall never hear thee. May thy soul with pleasure shine, Lasting as the gloom of mine.
Like the sun, thy presence glowing Clothes the meanest things in light; And when thou, like him, art going, Loveliest objects fade in night. All things looked so bright about thee, That they nothing seem without thee; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things are too refined.
Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul that fell; Go, for me no longer beaming— Hope and Beauty, fare ye well! Go, and all that once delighted Take—and leave me, all benighted, Glory's burning, generous swell, Fancy, and the poet's shell.
Charles Wolfe [1791-1823]