Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee; Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

Charles Wolfe


Author Profession: Poet
Nationality: Irish
Born: December 14, 1791
Died: February 21, 1823


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