Forget-Me-Not

here flows the fountain silently,It blooms a lovely flower;Blue as the beauty of the sky,It speaks, like kind fidelity,Through fortune’s sun and shower—“Forget-me-not!”

’Tis like thy starry eyes, more brightThan evening’s proudest star;Like purity’s own halo-light,It seems to smile upon thy sight,And says to thee from far—“Forget-me-not!”

Each dew-drop on its morning leavesIs eloquent as tears,That whisper, when young passion grieves,For one beloved afar, and weavesHis dream of hopes and fears—“Forget-me-not!”