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_On the origin of the application of the name of the "Fleur de
Souvenance," (modern "Forget-me-not,") to the Myosotis Scorpiodis._
(_For the Mirror._)
A gallant knight and a lady bright
Walk'd by a crystal lake;
The twin'd oaks made a grateful shade
Above the fangled brake,
While the trembling leaves of aspen trees
A murmuring music make.
And as they spoke, round them echoes woke
To tales of love and glory;
The knight was brave, though of love the slave,
And the dame lov'd gallant story--
Proudly he told deeds gentle and bold,
Of warriors dead or hoary.
Like babe at rest on its mother's breast,
On that an island lay--
So still and fair reigned Nature there--
So bright the glist'ring spray,
You might have thought the scene had been wrought
By spell of faun or fay.
On the island's edge, midst tangled sedge,
Lay a wreath of wild flow'rs blue--
The broad flag-leaf was their sweet relief,
When the heat too fervid grew;
And the willow's shade a shelter made,
When stormy tempests blew.
And as they stood, the faithful flood
Gave back ev'ry line and trace
Of earth below and heaven above,
And their own forms gallant grace--
For forms more fair than that lovely pair
Ne'er shone on its liquid face.
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