FLO WEBS BY THE POETS. 
Lastly by Lethe’s stream her footsteps strayed ; 
And “ Oh !” she said in sighing, 
“ Tliat 1 might dip, and my past life be made 
Like dreams with daylight dying!” 
Tiie big tears, from her blue eyes raining down, 
Fell on earth’s pitying bosom ; 
Sudden there sprang, amid the sedges brown, 
Blue as her eyes a blossom. 
And o’er her head, soft rustling, sweet and low. 
As though some bird’s wing fluttered, 
In thosd'loved tones Whose loss was all her woe, 
“ Forget me not” was uttered. 
No more; no sight, no (touch : these words alone; 
And “Ah!” she cried, “forget thee? 
Nay, but half love in our glad life was kriown4- 
Half love to rfegret thee.” 
“Forget thee? Nay, these flowers my tears begot 
Shall be to me a token 
Of love ; they shall be called Forget-me-not, 
The name to cheer me spoken.” 
So well,i sweet river-flowers, we welcome you, 
Earth with faint sadness scenting— 
Born of the tears from Psyche’s eyes of blue, 
For her last love lamenting. 
F. W. B., London Spectator. 
