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In idle sorrow set me not;
Regret me not: forget me not:
Oh! leave me not; oh, let me not
Wear quite away;—forget me not.
With roguish laughter fret me not
From dewy eyes, like April skies,
That ever look, 'forget me not,'
Blue as the blue forget-me-not.

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XXIII.
Look thro' mine eyes with thine. True wife,
Round my true heart thine arms entwine,
My other dearer life in life,
Look thro' my very soul with thine.
Untouched with any shade of years,
May those kind eyes for ever dwell,
They have not shed a many tears,
Dear eyes! since first I knew them well.