Let it be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
| Song (Let it be forgotten) (1919) by |
| from Poetry, September 1919 |
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Hydrangea flowers, dead in winter, near Columbus, Ohio, USA, 30 December 2006. Photo by Charro Badger. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
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This poem is in the public domain