"Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!"

Source: Charles Wolfe (1827). “Remains of the Late Rev. Charles Wolfe ...: With a Brief Memoir of His Life”, p.44