Belles-Lettres

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him!

" Pain has an Element of Blank; It cannot recollect When it begun, or if there was A time when it was not." "It has no future but itself; Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain."