To Susanna. February 1824

Amidst the first young flow'rs of spring, Which o'er this still, and lonely spot, A gleam of grace and beauty fling, I found a pale "Forget me not!" Its blossoms had not gain'd the hue They wear beneath a warmer sky; That clear, intense, and lovely blue, Which wins, and charms the wand'ring eye. Cold winds had swept across its bloom, And press'd its gentle form to earth; And chilling tears, and wintry gloom, Had gather'd round its place of birth. I will not send so frail a thing, My herald to a distant spot, But sunnier hours to thee shall bring A fair and bright, "Forget me not!"