I HAVE little to remember
Twice or thrice I kissed your hand,
Twice or thrice the glowing ember
Of my poet’s passion, fanned
By your breath upon my cheek,
Flamed entreaty in my eyes ;
Twice or thrice I strove to speak
Words that withered into sighs
As the colour of the skies
Withers in the wild November.
But before our fortunes sever
You that like from me that love,
Since you found my verses clever,
Dearest, fling me down your glove :
Then forget me, if you please,
Daff me lightly down the wind,
Heedless, while you sail the seas,
That the heart you leave behind,
Out of sight and out of mind,
Loves you well, and loves for ever.
(Justin H. McCarthy)
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