Sara Teasdale

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.