A Bed of Forget-me-nots


Is love so prone to change and rot

We are fain to rear Forget-me-not

By measure in a garden –plot? –


I love its growth at large and free

By untrod path and unlopped tree,

Or nodding by the unpruned hedge,

Or on the water’s dangerous edge

Where flags and meadowsweet blow rank

With rushes on the quaking bank.


Love is not taught in learning’s school,

Love is not parcelled out by rule:

Hath curb or call an answer got? –

So free must be Forget-me-not.


Give me the flame no dampness dulls,

The passion of the instinctive pulse,

Love steadfast as a fixed star,

Tender as doves with nestlings are,

More large than time , more strong than death:

This all creation travails of –

She groans not for a passing breath –

This is Forget-me-Not and Love.


Christina Rossetti


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