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19
IN A BACHELOR'S GARDEN
But now she stooped—best friends must part;
Then plucked—half jesting was she not?
(And blushed—it lay so near my heart!)
Yon flower that pleads ‘Forget-me-not.’
Then plucked—half jesting was she not?
(And blushed—it lay so near my heart!)
Yon flower that pleads ‘Forget-me-not.’
Ah, ageing heart, old memories throng!
Again, meseems, her kiss strikes hot;
Her voice, long mute, bursts into song
Who planted that Forget-me-not.
Again, meseems, her kiss strikes hot;
Her voice, long mute, bursts into song
Who planted that Forget-me-not.
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