Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet: "I shall forget you presently, my dear” (1920s) I shall forget you presently my dear So make the most of this your little day Your little month your little half a year Ere I forget or die or move away And we are done forever by and by I shall forget you as I said but now If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow I would indeed that love were longer-lived And oaths were not so brittle as they are But so it is and nature has contrived To struggle on without a break thus far Whether or not we find what we are seeking Is idle biologically speaking1
