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FLORAL POESY. 
CAN YOU FORGET ME ? 
L. E. L. 
AUTUMN, while into languid Winter drooping, 
Gave its last blossoms, opening but to fall. 
Can you forget them ? 
Can you forget me ? I am not relying 
On plighted vows—alas ! I know their worth. 
Man’s faith to woman is a trifle, dying 
Upon the very breath that gave it birth. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
WITH SOME FORGET-ME-NOTS, 
JOHN INGRAM, 
DzaR girl I send the spray of flowers— 
All withered now, once brightest blue— 
To call to mind those happy hours, 
Those happy hours I passed with you. 
Forget me not! though others win 
The glorious right to call thee “theirs ;” 
Forget me not! that might have been 
The answer to my fervid prayers. 
For I have had thy hand in mine, 
And once our ways in life seemed blended ; 
And once I thought our loves might twine, 
But now, alas! that dream is ended. 

<A SP Ma BEA 

