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I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear

I                           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                           struggle on without a break thus far,—
Whether                           or not we find what we are seeking
Is                           idle, biologically speaking.


Edna                           St. Vincent Millay

I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear

I 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 struggle on without a break thus far,—

Whether or not we find what we are seeking

Is idle, biologically speaking.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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