Irish priest and poet (d. 1823), Birth: 14-12-1791
1.
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!
Charles Wolfe
2.
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
