272 THE CAPTIVE 
AND THE HOMES. 
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. 
