POETKY OF FLOWEP.S, 
221 
THE THREE LITTLE ROSES. 
I WENT to the forest-well: 
—Drank not a drop there; 
I went to meet my heart’s dearest love, 
And saw her nowhere. 
So I looked all around mo 
On every hand, 
And I saw my heart’s dearest love 
With another man stand! 
She standing with another man 
Was sorry to see ! 
Now, Heav’n keep thee, heart’s dearest love, 
Thou’lt ne’er belong to me. 
I wont and bought paper, 
Ink bought I and pen, 
And wrote to my heart’s dearest love 
That I’d ne’er see her again. 
Then heart-sick I lay down 
On the green moss and hay. 
And three little roses 
Fell just where I lay ; 
