 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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Forget me not, for, alas! we may never meet again.
One kiss for thy brow, love—
One sigh to the past—
One heart-echoed vow, love—
The fondest and last!—
For the true and warm-hearted
In anguish must sever;
It is o'er—we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!
One sigh to the past—
One heart-echoed vow, love—
The fondest and last!—
For the true and warm-hearted
In anguish must sever;
It is o'er—we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!
Yet as Night's scented flower,
Shunning Sunlight's caresses,
Gives the hallowed star-hour
All the wealth it possesses,
So to thee, in thy sadness,
Through darkness and doubt,
My soul all its madness
Of love shall breathe out.
Shunning Sunlight's caresses,
Gives the hallowed star-hour
All the wealth it possesses,
So to thee, in thy sadness,
Through darkness and doubt,
My soul all its madness
Of love shall breathe out.
And thou—wilt thou cherish
My memory yet?
Yes, yes, though we perish,
We cannot forget!
Ah! doomed, broken-hearted,
In anguish to sever!
It is done—we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!
My memory yet?
Yes, yes, though we perish,
We cannot forget!
Ah! doomed, broken-hearted,
In anguish to sever!
It is done—we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!
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