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I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear
Edna St. Vincent MillayI shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And oaths were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To stuggle on without a break thus far,—
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
