Remember me
By Virginia C. Knowles
Let not the threat of autumn wind
Darken our summer merriment
But drink ye deep when t‘ cups are fill’d
And lament not the drops ye spill’d:
What’s done the Gods can’t take from ye.
Cometh the day that I must leave
Do not give way to senseless grief
Nor what we missed should ye regret
But linger on the days we had –
Remember love, remember me.