Remind me not, remind me not, <br />Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, <br />When all my soul was given to thee; <br />Hours that may never be forgot, <br />Till Time unnerves our vital powers, <br />And thou and I shall cease to be. <br /> <br />Can I forget---canst thou forget, <br />When playing with thy golden hair, <br />How quick thy fluttering heart did move? <br />Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet, <br />With eyes so languid, breast so fair, <br />And lips, though silent, breathing love. <br /> <br />When thus reclining on my breast, <br />Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet, <br />As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire, <br />And still we near and nearer prest, <br />And still our glowing lips would meet, <br />As if in kisses to expire. <br /> <br />And then those pensive eyes would close, <br />And bid their lids each other seek, <br />Veiling the azure orbs below; <br />While their long lashes' darken'd gloss <br />Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek, <br />Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow. <br /> <br />I dreamt last night our love return'd, <br />And, sooth to say, that very dream <br />Was sweeter in its phantasy, <br />Than if for other hearts I burn'd, <br />For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam <br />In Rapture's wild reality. <br /> <br />Then tell me not, remind me not, <br />Of hours which, though for ever gone, <br />Can still a pleasing dream restore, <br />Till Thou and I shall be forgot, <br />And senseless, as the mouldering stone <br />Which tells that we shall be no more.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remind-me-not-remind-me-not/
