Lines by Taj Mahomed

A poem by Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson)

This passion is but an ember
Of a Sun, of a Fire, long set;
I could not live and remember,
And so I love and forget.

You say, and the tone is fretful,
That my mourning days were few,
You call me over forgetful -
My God, if you only knew!