shall forget you presently, my dear,
make the most of this, your little day,
little month, your little half a year,
I forget, or die, or move away,
we are done forever; by and by
shall forget you, as I said, but now,
you entreat me with your loveliest lie
will protest you with my favorite vow.
would indeed that love were longer-lived,
oaths were not so brittle as they are,
so it is, and nature has contrived
struggle on without a break thus far,—
or not we find what we are seeking
idle, biologically speaking.