The Word.
The Word.
There are so many things I have forgot,
That once were much to me, or that were not,
All lost, as is a childless woman’s child
And its child’s children in the undefiled
Abyss of what will never be again.
I have forgot , too, names of the mighty men
That fought, and lost or won in the old wars,
Of kings and friends and gods, and most of the stars.
Some things I have forgot that I forget.
But lesser things there are, remembered yet.
Than all the others. One name that I have not-
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