Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 138
CXXXVIII
I Shall forget you, O my dead,
I shall forget you!
You will not care.
Less visible than air,
You are where no forgetfulness may fret you.
But I, how shall I bear
Visible earth, my dead, when I forget you?
I shall forget you!
You will not care.
Less visible than air,
You are where no forgetfulness may fret you.
But I, how shall I bear
Visible earth, my dead, when I forget you?