Never.

Two dark-brown eyes looked into mine
    Two eyes with restless quiver;
A gentle hand crept in my own
    Beside the gleaming river.

"Ah, sweet," I murmured, passing sad,
    You will forget me ever?"
The dear, brown eyes their answer gave;
    "I will forget you NEVER."

Up in the leaves above our heads
    The winds were softly dying;
Down in the river at our feet
    The lilies pale were lying.
The winds their mournful murmur sent:
    You will forget me ever?
The lilies raised their drooping heads:
    We will forget you never.

A spell hung o'er the numbered hours
    That chained each thought and feeling;
My heart was filled with idle dreams
    That sent my sense reeling.
Once more I murmured, "Well, I know
    You will forget me ever;"
Yet still the same dear promise came,
    "I will forget you NEVER."

Ah, vain the words that we must speak,
    Though we are still believing;
And subtle are the webs of fate
    That love is ever weaving;
The dark brown eyes meet mine no more,
    I am forgotten ever;
And mocking memory echoes now,
    I will forget you NEVER.

Beside the idle stream I stand,
    Where flowers droop and shiver
And cold and dark it seems to me
    This dreary, restless river;
For, sweet, your eyes are lost to me,
    I am forgotten ever;
And only MEMORY echoes now,
    "I will forget you NEVER."

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick was an American poet of the 19th century. Not much is known about her early life, but her poetry was well-regarded and she became known for her emotional and heartfelt verses. She contributed to various periodicals and was part of the literary scene of her time. Her works often focused on themes of love, nature, and the human experience. Despite her contributions, detailed biographical information about Sherrick remains sparse.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick

Tower Grove.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick, Simple Poetry

May.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick, Simple Poetry

Under the Sea.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick, Simple Poetry

Unrecorded.

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick, Simple Poetry

English

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