POETKY OF FLOWERS. 
191 
THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 
Silent o’er the fountain gleaming, 
In the silvery moonlight hour, 
Bright and beauteous in its seeming, 
Waves a friendly fragile flower. 
Never let it be mistaken ; 
Blue—as heaven’s own blessed eye. 
By no envious clouds o’ertaken 
When it laughs through all the sky. 
Flower of heaven’s divinest hue ! 
Symbol of affection true ! 
Whisper to the poor heart-broken 
Consolation—heaven-spoken ! 
Loved one !—like the star of morning 
Are thine eyes—so mild and fair— 
Innocence with light adorning 
The pure radiance everywhere ! 
Maiden mine ! attend my lay ; 
Be this flow’ret ne’er forgot— 
Whispering through the far-away, 
‘ Oh, forget—forget me not!’ 
Duty stern may bid us sever. 
Tears bedew our parted lot: 
Yet these flowers .shall murmur ever, 
‘ Ah, forget—forget me not!’ 
