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Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Remember or Forget by Charles Hamilton Aïdé

I sat beside the streamlet,
I watched the water flow,
As we together watched it
One little year ago;
The soft rain pattered on the leaves,
The April grass was wet,
Ah! folly to remember;—
’T is wiser to forget.

The nightingales made vocal
June’s palace paved with gold;
I watched the rose you gave me
Its warm red heart unfold;
But breath of rose and bird’s song
Were fraught with wild regret.
’T is madness to remember;
’T were wisdom to forget.

I stood among the gold corn,
Alas! no more, I knew,
To gather gleaner’s measure
Of the love that fell from you.
For me, no gracious harvest—
Would God we ne’er had met!
’T is hard, Love, to remember, but
’T is harder to forget.

The streamlet now is frozen,
The nightingales are fled,
The cornfields are deserted,
And every rose is dead.
I sit beside my lonely fire,
And pray for wisdom yet—
For calmness to remember
Or courage to forget.

From: Garrett, Ednmund. H. (ed.), Victorian Songs. Lyrics of the Affections and Nature Collected and Illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett with an Introduction by Edmund Gosse, 1895, Little Brown and Company: London, pp. 3-5.

Date: 18??

By: Charles Hamilton Aïdé (1826-1906)