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But not in fashion's brilliant hall,
Surrounded by the gay and fair,
And thou art fairest of them all,
Oh think not, think not of me there.
But when the thoughtless crowd is gone,
And hushed the voice of senseless glee,
And all is silent, still, and lone,
And thou art sad,—remember me!

Remember me—but, loveliest, ne'er
When in his orbit fair, and high,
The morning's glowing charioteer,
Rides proudly up the blushing sky;
But when the waning moon-beam sleeps,
At midnight on the lonely lea,
And nature's pensive spirit weeps,
In all her dews—remember me!

Remember -me, I pray; but not
In Flora's gay and blooming hour,
When every brake has found its note,
And sunshine smiles in every flower;
But when the falling leaf is sear,
And withers sadly on the tree,
And o'er the ruins of the year
Dark autumn sighs—remember me !

Remember me! but chuse not, dear,
The hour when on the gentle lake,
The sportive wavelets blue and clear,
Soft rippling on the margin break: