Forget-Me-Not

I gave her a rose of the crimson red.
"Warm as the glow of my love" I said.
She gave me a blue forget-me-not,
And turning, straightway my love forgot,
For roses wither tho love be true,
And the warmer the kiss the sooner cold,
Forget-me-not with the eyes of blue
And the heart of virgin gold.
Forget-me-not with the eyes of blue
A breath has withered thee through and through.
They named thee well as a lover's flow'r
Whose bloom will fade in a single hour.
For loves that weather the storm are few,
And rose leaves fall when the wind is cold,
Forget-me-not with the eyes of blue
And the heart of virgin gold.
In Hope's fair garden there is no bud,
But draws its tint from the heart's red blood,
And when it has drained the foolish heart,
Tis time for Love and Hope to part.
For pain is the dower of love that's true.
God grant us, then, loves that grow swi ftly cold,
Forget-me-not with the eyes of blue
And the heart of virgin gold.