Quote by: Charles Wolfe

Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee; Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

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Author Bio

  • NameCharles Wolfe
  • DescriptionIrish poet
  • BornDecember 14, 1791
  • DiedFebruary 21, 1823
  • ProfessionPoet; Writer