Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers Forget-me-not, the blue bell, and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.Samuel Taylor Coleridge