Fordham, Mary Weston
|ON PARTING WITH A FRIEND.|
Can I forget thee? No, while mem'ry lasts,
Thine image like a talisman entwined,
Around my heart by sacred friendship's ties
Remains unchanged, in love, pure love, enshrined.
Can I forget thee? Childhood's happy hours
Would like some flitting phantom mock and jeer;
Life's sunny hours, would quickly lose their charm,
If Lethe's slumbrous waves but touched me there.
Can I forget thee? 'Tis a sad, sad thought,
That friend from friend should thus be ruthless
But list, methinks, a sweet voice whispers low,
Remember, no adieus are spoke in heaven.
Can I forget thee? No, though ocean's waves
May madly leap and foam 'twixt you and me,
Still o'er my stricken heart this yearning will remain,
Nor time estrange my love, dear one, from thee.
And though on earth again we never more may meet,
In that bright Elysian where spirits, holy, dwell,
May we in concert with that transported throng,
Unite, ne'er more (rapt thought) to say "farewell!"