Let It Be Forgotten - A poem by Sara Teasdale

Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten, 
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and forever;
Time is a kind friend; he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten,
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.

-Sara Teasdale