Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
  Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
  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 -

Long Ago...


To the forgotten land