FORGET-ME-NOT. 
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It springs where Avon gently flows 
In wild simplicity, 
And ’neath my cottage-window grows, 
Sacred to love and thee. 
This pretty little floweret’s dye 
Of soft cerulean blue, 
Appears as if from Ellen’s eye 
It had received its hue. 
Though oceans now betwixt us roar, 
Though distant be our lot, 
Ellen ! though we should meet no more, 
Sweet maid, Forget me not! 
The Myosotis palustris is no where found in 
greater perfection and abundance than on the 
bank of a stream near Luxemburg, which springs 
from the foot of an oak, that appears as old as the 
world, and, forming a number of little cascades, 
descends into an extensive plain. It is only 
the bank most exposed to the south that is 
thickly bordered by the Forget-me-not, and the 
plants hanging down seem to delight in looking 
at themselves in the crystal mirror of the stream, 
which is called The Fairies’ bath, or the Cascade 
of the Enchanted Oak. To this favourite spot 
the young females often descend from the ram¬ 
parts of the city, on holidays, to dance near the 
