I Only Wish Yourself Be Forgiven

Will you forgive me when I tell you forget me?

I only wish yourself be forgiven,

That you blame my health and old dying me,

On yourself and scant can listen,

I say, forget me and all is forgiven;

That meadow under foliage where we

Met and loved and spent

Our dreams had carried us to glee,

And when my living love had went

You still hadn’t courage to let be and forget;

And I thought that lovely a part of you,

You cannot give up no matter the line—

That you cross, no matter the shame you—

Would bear, as long as it’s found it’s fine,

As long as the love can shameless shine;

So I was hurt and unkind when you said,

You’ll be alone and a knave after my grave,

And no bird or squirrel will take your bread,

When I am made of ash, tossed in the wave,

When my heart is emotionless and dead,

Bid you live forgotten of me to have led,

A life of your own, or with another to have led,

And I’ll take sweet memory with me to the dead;

And you with sweeter memory to have led;