Unforgotten

Laurence Hope (1865–1904) · 1901

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 40 lines · from India's Love Lyrics

Do you ever think of me? you who diedEre our Youth's first fervour chilled,With your soft eyes and your pulses stilledLying alone, aside,Do you ever think of me, left in the light,From the endless calm of your dawnless night?

I am faithful always: I do not sayThat the lips which thrilled to your lips of oldTo lesser kisses are always cold;Had you wished for this in its narrow senseOur love perhaps had been less intense;But as we held faithfulness, you and I,I am faithful always, as you who lie,Asleep for ever, beneath the grass,While the days and nights and the seasons pass,--Pass away.

I keep your memory near my heart,My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,Till long life over, I too departTo the infinite night where perhaps you are.

Oh, are you anywhere? Loved so well!I would rather know you alive in HellThan think your beauty is nothing now,With its deep dark eyes and tranquil browWhere the hair fell softly. Can this be trueThat nothing, nowhere, exists of you?Nothing, nowhere, oh, loved so wellI have never forgotten.Do you still keepThoughts of me through your dreamless sleep?

Oh, gone from me! lost in Eternal Night,Lost Star of light,Risen splendidly, set so soon,Through the weariness of life's afternoonI dream of your memory yet.My loved and lost, whom I could not save,My youth went down with you to the grave,Though other planets and stars may rise,I dream of your soft and sorrowful eyesAnd I cannot forget.

Words in this poem

fervour n.
Heat; excessive warmth. [OF. fervor, fervour, F. ferveur, L. fervor, fr. fervere. See Fervent.]
chilled a.
Hardened on the surface or edge by chilling; as, chilled iron; a chilled wheel.
depart v. i.
To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
nowhere adv.
Not anywhere; not in any place or state; as, the book is nowhere to be found. [AS. nahwær. See No, and Where.]
dreamless a.
Free from, or without, dreams. Camden.
splendidly adv.
In a splendid manner; magnificently.
afternoon n.
The part of the day which follows noon, between noon and evening.
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Unforgotten is in the public domain. This text is taken from India's Love Lyrics, Project Gutenberg ebook #8197; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Laurence Hope, Unforgotten, in India's Love Lyrics (1901), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #8197, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hope-india/unforgotten.html, id L22601.

Form and metre

Unforgotten is 40 lines in 5 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 55% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBACC diedA · chilledB · stilledB · asideA · lightC · nightC
  2. 2 ABBCCDDEEA sayA · oldB · coldB · senseC · intenseC · iD · lieD · grassE · passE · awayA
  3. 3 ABAB heartA · starB · departA · areB
  4. 4 AABBCCA-DD wellA · hellA · nowB · browB · trueC · youC · wellA · forgotten · keepD · sleepD
  5. 5 AABBCDDEEC nightA · lightA · soonB · afternoonB · yetC · saveD · graveD · riseE · eyesE · forgetC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Do you ever think of me? you who died9··/······
Ere our Youth's first fervour chilled,8·/˘··/˘·
With your soft eyes and your pulses stilled9······/˘·
Lying alone, aside,6/˘˘/˘/
Do you ever think of me, left in the light,10··/·······
From the endless calm of your dawnless night?10··/˘······
I am faithful always: I do not say10··/˘/·····
That the lips which thrilled to your lips of old10··········
To lesser kisses are always cold;9·/˘/˘·/··
Had you wished for this in its narrow sense10·······/˘·
Our love perhaps had been less intense;9/·˘/···˘/
But as we held faithfulness, you and I,10··········
I am faithful always, as you who lie,10··/˘/·····
Asleep for ever, beneath the grass,8˘/·/····
While the days and nights and the seasons pass,--10·······/˘·
Pass away.3·˘/
I keep your memory near my heart,8···/˘···
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,8·/˘/˘/˘·
Till long life over, I too depart8······˘/
To the infinite night where perhaps you are.10··/˘··˘/··
Oh, are you anywhere? Loved so well!9···/˘····
I would rather know you alive in Hell10··/˘··˘/··
Than think your beauty is nothing now,9···/˘·/˘·
With its deep dark eyes and tranquil brow9······/˘·
Where the hair fell softly. Can this be true10····/˘····
That nothing, nowhere, exists of you?9·/˘/·˘/··
Nothing, nowhere, oh, loved so well8/˘/·····
I have never forgotten.7··/˘˘/˘
Do you still keep4····
Thoughts of me through your dreamless sleep?8·····/˘·
Oh, gone from me! lost in Eternal Night,10······˘/˘·
Lost Star of light,4····
Risen splendidly, set so soon,8/˘/˘˘···
Through the weariness of life's afternoon9··/˘···˘/
I dream of your memory yet.8····/˘˘·
My loved and lost, whom I could not save,9·········
My youth went down with you to the grave,9·········
Though other planets and stars may rise,9·/˘/˘····
I dream of your soft and sorrowful eyes9······/˘·
And I cannot forget.6··˘/˘/

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