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IN A BACHELOR'S GARDEN
It seems, ah me! but yesterday
She plucked, half jesting was she not?
And blushed (so near my heart they lay)
Yon flowers that plead—‘Forget-me-not.’
She plucked, half jesting was she not?
And blushed (so near my heart they lay)
Yon flowers that plead—‘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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