"Do you remember?" "Is my name Cassandra?" "Have you forgotten that, too?" "I remember the rain.

I look in at the familiar print-shopsI meet many a long-forgotten faceI hear many a long-forgotten voiceI am twenty years of age and a student again!

And what month brings the shy forget-me-not; Forgotten is the special, startling season Of some beloved tree's flowering and fruiting, What time of year the ground doves brown the fields And fill the noonday with their curious fluting: I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.

" Forgotten were my good resolutions.

In boys to-day he cannot see The youngster that he used to be, Forgotten is that by-gone day, When he was mischievous as they.

Forgotten are his honesty, his charity, his interest in useful works; remembered is nothing but the imprudence of his chimerical hopes and the fatal result of his enterprises, as deplorable in their effects upon the moral condition of France, as upon her wealth and her credit.

Forgotten was the wraith of Leung Kai Chu, the jungle trail of Hallman, and even the trepidation with which we had awaited the sailing ship's boat.

Forgotten was the fact that the imperiled lad had been endeavoring to strike him in the face at the time of his submersion in the waters of Sunrise Lake.

Forgotten now were all his fears of death in the sand-storm.

Forgotten were the rules, the windows and all else.