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Let Us Forget.

By James Whitcomb Riley

Topics: classic

Let us forget.    What matters it that we             Once reigned o'er happy realms of long-ago,             And talked of love, and let our voices low,         And ruled for some brief sessions royally?         What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe?             It has availed not anything, and so             Let it go by that we may better know         How poor a thing is lost to you and me.             But yesterday I kissed your lips, and yet         Did thrill you not enough to shake the dew             From your drenched lids - and missed, with no regret,         Your kiss shot back, with sharp breaths failing you;             And so, to-day, while our worn eyes are wet             With all this waste of tears, let us forget!

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About James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) was an American poet known as the "Hoosier Poet." His dialect poems—including "Little Orphant Annie" and "When the Frost Is on the Punkin"—celebrate rural Indiana life and childhood nostalgia.

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