FORGET-ME-NOT. 
fII S 
Then listen with a lover’s faith, as spell-bound to the spot, 
To the legend of my token flower, the charmed Forget- 
me-Not. 
Young Albert led his Ida forth, when the departing sun 
Still lingered in the golden west, and shone like treasures 
won 
From some far land of old romance; some genie’s 
diamond throne, 
A wreck of bright enchanted gems, in triumph overthrown. 
Love, look towards those radiant clouds, so like to fairy 
bowers: 
How proudly o’er a sea of gold are raised their ruby 
towers; 
And now, as if by magic spell, a bright pavilion seems, 
With its folds of sapphire light, where the panting sun- 
ray gleams. 
To that bright heaven with smiles she looked; one gleam 
of her blue eyes, 
And Albert’s heart forgot the clouds, and all their radiant 
dyes, 
All, all, but that young smiling one, whose beauty well 
might seem 
A fairy form of loveliness imagined in a dream. 
She took a chaplet from her brow, which, gleaming soft 
and fair, 
Like orient veil of amber light streamed down her silken 
hair, 
Shedding fragrance, emitting brightness from its glitt’ring 
rings, 
As if hallowed by Love’s breath, and the glancing of his 
wings. 
