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II. Forget-me-not.
Vergeet-mij-nietje, III, blz. 121.

Blue, pretty flower! forget me not!

When e'er to meet thee, 't is my lot,

On this sweet spot;

Why dare I not, as thou, at parting,
Exclaim without my conscience smarting:

‘Forget me not!’

Oh, simple, lovely flow'ret blue,

The reason I alas! must rue,

I'll tell it you.....

I oft must sigh with shame and sorrow,
On many a self-reproaching morrow:

‘Forget me, do!’

Blue, tender flower! forget me not!

I promise thee, when 't is my lot,

On this sweet spot,

To meet thee - at my second parting, -

T'exclaim, without my conscience smarting:

‘Forget me not!’