Virginia Free Press

OH! NO, I'LL NEVER MENTION HER.
O! no, I'll never mention her, her name is never heard,
My lips are now forbid to speak that once familiar word;
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret,
And if they win a smile from me, they think I can forget.
They bid me seek in change of scene the charms that others see,
But were I in a foreign land, they'd find no change in me:
'Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we met,
I do not see the hawthorn tree—but how can I forget?
And oh! there are so many things that bring the past to me,
The breeze upon the sunny hills, the billows of the sea;
The rosy tint that decks the sky before the sun is set,
And every thing I look upon,—forbids me to forget.
They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay.
They hint that she forgets me quite—but I heed not what they say:
Like me, perhaps, she struggles with each feeling of regret;
But if she loves, as I now love, she never can forget.