You Will Forget Me.

You will forget me. The years are so tender,          They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep;              This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor          Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep;              The cloud of forgetfulness, over and over          Will banish the last rosy colors away,              And the fingers of time will weave garlands to cover          The scar which you think is a life-mark to-day.              You will forget me. The one boon you covet          Now above all things will soon seem no prize;              And the heart, which you hold not in keeping to prove it          True or untrue, will lose worth in your eyes.              The one drop to-day, that you deem only wanting          To fill your life-cup to the brim, soon will seem              But a valueless mite; and the ghost that is haunting          The aisles of your heart will pass out with the dream.              You will forget me; will thank me for saying          The words which you think are so pointed with pain.              Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing          Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.              I shall pass from your life - I shall pass out forever,          And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past.              Youth buries its dead; grief kills seldom or never,          And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.