Forget Me Not And do in quiet action sleep;

If we no more on earth do meet,

Ann Plato                                     Forget me not.

When brightness round thee long shall

When in the morning’s misty hour,
When the sun beams gently o’er each
flower;
When thou dost cease to smile benign,
And think each heart responds with
thine,
When seeking rest among divine,
                                    Forget me not.
When the last rays of twilight fall,
And thou art pacing yonder hall;
When mists are gathering on the hill,
Nor sound is heard save mountain rill,
When all around bids peace be still,
                                    Forget me not.
bloom,
And knelt remembering those in gloom;
And when in deep oblivion's shade,
This breathless, mouldering form is laid,
And thy terrestrial body staid,
                                     Forget me not.
“Should sorrow cloud thy coming years,
And bathe thy happiness in tears,
Remember, though we’re doom’d to
part,
There lives one fond and faithful heart,
                        That will forget thee not.”

When the first star with brilliance bright,

Gleams lonely o’er the arch of night;
When the bright moon dispels the
gloom,
And various are the stars that bloom,
And brighten as the sun at noon,
                                    Forget me not.

When solemn sighs the hollow wind,

And deepen’d thought enraps the mind;
If e’er thou doest in mournful tone,
E’er sigh because thou feel alone,
Or wrapt in melancholy prone,
                                    Forget me not. 

When bird does wait thy absence long,

Nor tend unto its morning song;
While thou art searching stoic page,
Or listening to an ancient sage,
Whose spirit curbs a mournful rage,
                                    Forget me not.

Then when in silence thou doest walk,

Nor being round with whom to talk;
When thou art on the mighty deep,