A SONG of forget-me-nots I sing! Forget-me-nots are my favourite flowers, Love, because they are like your eyes. Blue as the wild, blue butterflies They stare and dream through the singing hours, Under the turquoise and silver skies, Under the fickle eyes of spring. They see the sky like a looking-glass That waits for the beautiful face of day, For the face of the dawn is cold. Stare with eyes more yellow than gold When the noon sun sends the clouds away. And at twilight time, with gaze as bold, They watch the pomps of sunset pass. And sleepless under the starlit skies They listen and look with their petals wide, For though the moon be lost for hours, Hidden behind her high cloud towers, A brown bird signs by the river-side. Forget-me-nots are my favourite flowers, Love, because they are like your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT THE STRING AROUND MY FINGER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE VERSES TO RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - FEBRUARY 1807 (1) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |