Incident

Let it be forgotten, as a dream is forgotten
When the sun of morning strides the sky;
Or as the long crest of music fades and slips away
And never is recalled, so let it die.

Let it be forgotten, as a voice is forgotten
Falling on the heart with transient stress,
Or as a pain goes sliding, sliding off the edge of mind
To kindly depths of blank forgetfulness.

Let it be forgotten, as a dream or a pain is,
Buried like a tune below all thought:
To the tired heart be lost like adolescent love,
Dissolved, dismembered, gone; and never sought.

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