FORGET-ME-NOT. 
For when the Sun neglects the Flower, 
And the sweet pearly dews forsake it, 
It hangs its head, and from that hour 
Prays only unto Death to take it. 
So may I droop, by all above me, 
If once this heart doth cease to love thee! 
The Turtle-Dove that’s lost its mate, 
Hides in some gloomy greenwood shade, 
And there alone mourns o’er its fate, 
With plumes for ever disarrayed : 
Alone! alone ! it there sits cooing:— 
Deem’st thou, my love, what it doth seek ? 
’Tis Death the mournful bird is wooing, 
In murmurs through its plaintive beak. 
So will I mourn, by all above me, 
If in this world I cease to love thee 1 
