Love XLVII. Heart, we will forget him!, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Love XLVII. Heart, we will forget him!

Part Three: Love

XLVII

HEART, we will forget him!

You and I, to—night!

You may forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,

That I my thoughts may dim;

Haste! lest while you’re lagging,

I may remember him!

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