Classic Poem

By all those token flowers that spring;
To lovers welcome thoughts still bring,
Forget-me-not's of heavenly blue:
I love the leal and true.

By the speedwell's silver eye,
Looking hopes upon the sky,
By all these token blooms that tell,
My fondness sends speedwell.

By the hare-bell's hazure sky,
(Like the hue of thy bright eye;)
That grows in woods, and groves so fair,
Where love I'd meet thee there.

By the violets sweet perfume;
By the primrose in its bloom;
For thy bosom, and thy hair,
I love thee maiden fair.

By the daisy on the green;
By the crow flowers golden shene;
Flowers I gathered when a boy,
Thou art loves earliest toy.

By all the blooms of spring that tell,
In silent language love so well;
Those flowers of yellow, white, and blue;
I love the leal and true.