Song ("Let it be forgotten...")

Yet in the evening, in the dusk |

When moths go to and fro,

In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,

Take it-no one will know.

IT IS NOT A WORD

It is not a word spoken-

Few words are said,

Nor even a look of the eyes,

Nor a bend of the head;

But only a hush of the heart

That has too much to keep,

Only memories waking

That sleep so light a sleep.

SONG

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,

Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.

Let it be forgotten forever and ever-

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten

Long and long ago-

As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall

In a long forgotten snow.