Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
 Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
 Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
 Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
 In a long forgotten snow.

1. The Net
2. In a Garden
3. The Return
4. The Nights Remember
5. In Spring, Santa Barbara

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