HE TOLD HIS LOVE IN FLOWERS.
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HE TOLD HIS LOVE IN FLOWERS.
I'll tell thee a story, friend,
Here, under this shady tree;
If thou 'lt keep it close in thy faithful breast,
I'll whisper the whole to thee
I had a lover once,
In my early, sunny hours;
A fair and fanciful youth was he,
And he told his love in flowers.
I remember its waking sigh;—
We roam'd in a verdant spot,
And he cull'd for me a cluster bright
Of the purple "Forget me not."
But I was a giddy girl,
So I toss'd it soon away,
Gathering the dandelion buds,
And the wild-grape's gadding spray.
