in time of daffodils
(who know the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses
(who amaze our now and here with paradise)
forgetting it, remember yes

in time of all the sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and it mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

*EE. Cumming Poetry