The Answer

Forgotten yon! Well, lf forgettlnz Be thinking tliroueh all the lont.' diiy How the slow seconds dras slnce I lelt von, Days Heem ye&rs now that. you are awuy ; II cornil hm the moments wlth longing For tho Urne when I'll see you agaln; If tlils is forgettlng, you'r rigat, dear, And I have forgotten you then. Forgotten you ! Well, lf forgetllng Be readlng each face that I nee, Wlth eye that mark never a feature But yours, as you last looked at me; (ir hcurlug, through all thu slrange babble Of volees, dow grave and now gay, Only your volee, can thls be forgettlng? Yet I have lorgolten, you say. Forgotten you ! Well, lf forgettlng Be longlng wlth all the ft 1 1 heart, With a yearnlng half pain and half rapturo For a time when we ne'er more wil! part, Wlth a wild wlsh to see you, to hearyou, To be held In your arm once agaln ; lf thls be forgettlüg, you'r rlghl, dear, And I have foreotten you then.