272 THE CAPTIVE AND THE FLOW.EBS. 



Its fragrance sweet yet more I need, 



To soothe mine anguish'd mind. 

 To you the truth will I confess ; 

 Here, 'mid this rocky dreariness, 



My love I ne'er shall find. 

 The truest wife by yonder brook 



Will roam the mournful day, 

 And hither cast the anxious look, 



Long as immured I stay. 

 Whene'er she breaks a small blue flower 

 And says, " Forget me not !" the power 



I feel, though far away. 

 Yes, e'en though far, I feel its might, 



For true love joins us twain, 

 And therefore 'mid the dungeon's night 



I still in life remain. 

 And sinks my heart at my hard lot, 

 I but exclaim, " Forget me not !" 



And straight new life regain. 



