T X days gone by these wild flowers fair 



Were made sweet messengers to bear 

 My homage and fond thoughts to you 

 If peradventure they might woo 

 Your maiden fancy unaware. 



To me these sweet-breathed blossoms bear 

 Reminders still of that fond care 

 For you, which in my bosom grew 

 In days gone by. 



Your gentle look they seem to wear ; 

 And in their beauty I compare 



The old-time charm they bring anew. 



I wonder if they bring to you 

 The message they were wont to bear 

 In days gone by ? 



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