<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Has She Forgotten?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has she forgotten? On this very May<br>We were to meet here, with the birds and bees,<br>As on that Sabbath, underneath the trees<br>We strayed among the tombs, and stripped away<br>The vines from these old granites, cold and gray--<br>And yet, indeed, not grim enough were they<br>To stay our kisses, smiles and ecstacies,<br>Or closer voice-lost vows and rhapsodies.<br>Has she forgotten--that the May has won<br>Its promise?--that the bird-songs from the tree<br>Are sprayed above the grasses as the sun<br>Might jar the dazzling dew down showeringly?<br>Has she forgotten life--love--everyone--<br>Has she forgotten me--forgotten me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low, low down in the violets I press<br>My lips and whisper to her. Does she hear,<br>And yet hold silence, though I call her dear,<br>Just as of old, save for the tearfulness<br>Of the clenched eyes, and the soul's vast distress?<br>Has she forgotten thus the old caress<br>That made our breath a quickened atmosphere<br>That failed nigh unto swooning with the sheer<br>Delight? Mine arms clutch now this earthen heap<br>Sodden with tears that flow on ceaselessly<br>As autumn rains the long, long, long nights weep<br>In memory of days that used to be,--<br>Has she forgotten these? And, in her sleep,<br>Has she forgotten me--forgotten me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-night, against my pillow, with shut eyes,<br>I mean to weld our faces--through the dense<br>Incalculable darkness make pretense<br>That she has risen from her reveries<br>To mate her dreams with mine in marriages<br>Of mellow palms, smooth faces, and tense ease<br>Of every longing nerve of indolence,--<br>Lift from the grave her quiet lips, and stun<br>My senses with her kisses--drawl the glee<br>Of her glad mouth, full blithe and tenderly,<br>Across mine own, forgetful if is done<br>The old love's awful dawn-time when said we,<br>'To-day is ours!'.... Ah, Heaven! can it be<br>She has forgotten me--forgotten me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416625" data-title="Has She Forgotten? de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath the trees We strayed among the tombs, and stripped away The vines from these old granites, cold and gray-- And yet, indeed, not g..."></div> </div> </div>

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