POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
9a 
Agnes Strickland relates that Henry of Lan¬ 
caster during his exile adopted this blossom as 
his emblem, with the motto Souveigne vous cle 
moi. 
The following pathetic and original poem, en¬ 
titled “Can you forget me?” was contributed 
to a contemporary annual by L. E. L. 
“ Can you forget me? I, who have cherished 
The veriest trifle that was memory’s link ; 
The roses that you gave me, although perished, 
Were precious in my sight; they made me think 
You took them in their scentless beauty stooping, 
From the warm shelter of the garden wall: 
Autumn, while into languid Winter drooping, 
Gave its last blossoms, opening but to fall. 
Can you forget them ? 
“ Can you forget me ? 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. 
But I remember hours of quiet gladness, 
When if the heart had truth, it spoke it then, 
When thoughts would sometimes take a tone of sad¬ 
ness, 
And then unconsciously grow glad again. 
Can you forget them ? 
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“ There is no truth in love, whate’er its seeming, 
And heaven itself could scarcely seem more true; 
