92 
FLORAL POESY 
CAN YOU FORGET ME ? 
L. E. L. 
Autumn, while into languid Winter drooping, 
Gave its last blossoms, opening but to fall. & 
Can you forget them ? 
Can you forget me Y* I am not relying 
On plighted vows—alas ! I know their worth. 
Man s faith to woman is a trifle, dying 
Upon the very breath that gave it birth. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
WITH SOME FORGET-ME NOTS. 
JOHN INGRAM. 
Dear girl I send the spray of flowers_ 
All withered now, once brightest blue— 
To call to mind those happy hours, 
Those happy hours I passed with you. 
Forget me not! though others win 
The glorious right to call thee “theirs !” 
Forget me not ! that might have been 
The answer to my fervid prayers. 
For I have had thy hand in mine, 
And once our ways in life seemed blended; 
And once I thought our loves might twine, 
But now, alas ! that dream is ended. 
