ANEMONE.—HAREBELL.—SPIDERWORT. 
Thott art false, and I resign myself to my fate. 
Forgotten! all the love—the pride, 
I lavished on thy breast, 
So soon—so coldly cast aside, 
Unpitied and unblest! 
Forgotten! ere the glorious smile, 
In my soul left by thee, 
Has gone out like a star’s pure light, 
Within a troubled sea! 
Forgotten! ere thy last fond kiss 
Has ceased to thrill my heart!— 
Ere with the memory of thy touch, 
My happy hand can part! 
Forgotten! while thy soul-tuned voice 
Still lingers on mine ear, 
In those deep, low, impassioned tones, 
That Love so loves to hear! 
Forgotten! then let all forget!— 
I lose the world with thee— 
I ask no love—no hope—no faith_ 
