Farewell!—but thou wilt soon forget
The stranger thou hast seen,
And in the gay and busy world,
Forget that I have been.
And thought of me will scarce intrude,
When other forms are nigh;
Who, decked in beauty’s bright array,
Shall pass before thine eye.
Another’s lips will charm thee then,
Another’s voice will praise;
Thou wilt forget we e’er have met
In past and happy days.
And thou wilt scarcely deign to think
Of friendship’s early dream,
Or cast one glance, in after years,
On this poor offering.
Farewell—farewell!—’twere better far
That we had never met,
Than meeting one brief moment here,
To part—and then forget.