How could I — how should I

The bird may forget that her nest is begun 
When the snow settles white on the new budding tree 
& nature in tempests forget the bright sun 
But I'll ne'er forget her—that was plighted to me 
How could I—how should I—that loved her so early 
Forget—when I've sung of her beauty in song 
How could I forget—what I've worshiped so dearly 
From boyhood to manhood—& all my life long

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