It is Proper

Is it that easy to forget your face After I learnt of its vivid pathways? Is it fair to thieve glorious sunrays That would leave me always a hopeful trace? Is it that easy to forget our time When it made woe somewhat tolerable? Is it to bare the insufferable That I should forget so much as is mine?

Ay, I will overlook your likeness As gorgeous as all its stories may be Allow me to see this as agedness So that far from it I can only flee It is hard to end this gloriousness But it is proper that I let you free