Forgetting! Were forgetting
Done easily as said,
I should not be regretting
The days forever dead.

Forgetting! Were it only
Exertion of the will,
I should not be so lonely
And sad so long, and still.

But who, in arms that folded
The star-eyed, radiant Past,---
But who is he so moulded
Can hold the present fast;

And in this rapturous present
Enwound, give never thought
To moments just as pleasant
That were when these were not?

George Frederick Cameron, Lyrics on Freedom, Love and Death, published 1887