I am the flower that every age has sung.
My name has trembled on the unwilling tongue;
Midst sad farewells how mournfully has rung
Forget-me-not!
I image best the heaven's eternal blue!
Though transient clouds may hide it from the view,
It shineth still, faith's never-changing hue,
Forget-me-not.
The restless brook, the river's deeper flow.
Beside my quiet home still come and go;
I kiss the waters, murmuring soft and low,
Forget-me-not.
The birds above me hovering on the wing,
List the hushed whisper, and the woodlands ring
With the light choral as they answering sing,
Forget-me-not.
The laughing eddies hastening to the sea
With rippling echoes mock the symphony.
The rude winds toss it on their pinions free,
Forget-me-not.
And human voices catch the sweet refrain.
In loving accents fraught with human pain,
Repeating still the never-dying strain,
Forget-me-not.
