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I keep my pledge.
I was not called –
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose –
I plight again –
By every sainted Bee –
By Daisy called from hillside –
By Bobolink from lane –
Blossom and I –
Her oath, and mine –
Will surely come again.

Heart! We will forget h<er>im!

You and  I – tonight!

You may forget the warmth he gave –

I will forget the light!

 

When you have done, pray tell me

That I may straight begin!

Haste! lest while you′re lagging

I remember him!