Septe 7 nber. 7 7 
THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY FAIR. 
“ FORGET-ME-NOT.” 
Together they sate by a river’s side, 
A knight and a lady gay, 
And they watched the deep and eddying tide 
Round a flowery islet stray. 
And, “ Oh for that flower of brilliant hue,” 
Then said the lady fair, 
“To grace my neck with the blossoms blue, 
And braid my nut-brown hair ! ” 
The knight has plunged in the whirling wave, 
All for his lady’s smile, 
And he swims the stream with courage brave, 
And he gains yon flowery isle ; 
And his fingers have cropped the blossoms blue, 
And the prize they backward bear, 
To deck his love with the brilliant hue, 
And braid her nut-brown hair. 
But the way is long, and the current strong, 
And alas for that gallant knight ! 
For the waves prevail, and his stout arms fail, 
Though cheered by his lady’s sight. 
Then the blossoms blue to the bank he threw 
Ere he sank in the eddying tide ! 
And, “Lady, I’m gone,—thine own true knight,— 
Forget me not ! ” he cried. 
