POETRY OF FLOWERS. 327 
THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 
SILENT o’er the fountain gleaming, 
In the silvery moonlight hour, 
Bright and beauteous in its seeming, 
Waves a friendly fragile flower. 
Never let it be mistaken ; 
Blue—as heaven’s own blessed eye, 
By no envious clouds o’ertaken 
When it laughs through all the sky. 
Flower of heaven’s divinest hue! 
Symbol of affection true! 
Whisper to the poor heart-broken 
Consolation —heaven-spoken ! 
Loved one!—like the star of morning 
Are thine eyes—so mild and fair— 
Innocence with light adorning 
The pure radiance everywhere! 
Maiden mine! attend my lay; 
Be this flow’ret ne’er forgot— 
Whispering through the far-away, 
‘Oh, forget—forget me not !? 
Duty stern may bid us sever, 
Tears bedew our parted lot; 
Yet these flowers shall murmur ever, 
* Ah, forget—forget me not !? 



