Classic Poem

1

The blue flower, Forget-me-not:
What can it mean love,
Growing near the river grot,
In meadows green love.

2

The flowers they are heaven's blue,
And bright like thee love:
When e'er these flowers you view,
Then think of me love.

3

In the morning then dearest,
Think of me when thou'rt roaming,
In the spring meadow, fairest,
Or the grove in the gloaming.

4

By the river at noon love,
Blue Forget-me-nots see;
By the light of the moon love,
In its hue think of me:

5

By the sweet walks of evening;
By the stars in the sky;
By the moon when its beaming;
By the sun when its high.

6

Heavens poesy is talking,
In the evening of thee;
And when thou art walking,
Sweet . . . . think of me.