Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 149 7 Fairly Easy (_A Ballad of the Boudoir_) 'E'er August be turned to September, Nor Summer to Autumn as yet, My darling, you Autumn remember What Summer so sure to forget. 'Though age may extinguish the ember That glowed in our hearts when we met, Remember, my love, to remember, And I will forget to forget. 'Who knows but the winds of December May drift us asunder, my pet; And if I forget to remember, Remember, my sweet, to forget! 'My beauty will fade, as the posy You gave me that night on the stairs; My lips will not always be rosy, My head cannot give itself 'airs. 'Alas! as we both become older, Existence draws nigh to a close; So, until I've forgotten your shoulder, You must not remember my nose. 'Our days were not all sunny weather; Even so we have nought to regret, -- Ah! let us remember together, Until we forget to forget! ' End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
'E'er August be turned to September, Nor Summer to Autumn as yet, My darling, you Autumn remember What Summer so sure to forget.
'Though age may extinguish the ember That glowed in our hearts when we met, Remember, my love, to remember, And I will forget to forget.
'Who knows but the winds of December May drift us asunder, my pet; And if I forget to remember, Remember, my sweet, to forget!
'My beauty will fade, as the posy You gave me that night on the stairs; My lips will not always be rosy, My head cannot give itself 'airs.
'Alas! as we both become older, Existence draws nigh to a close; So, until I've forgotten your shoulder, You must not remember my nose.
'Our days were not all sunny weather; Even so we have nought to regret, -- Ah! let us remember together, Until we forget to forget! '
