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!
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.