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💙 The blue flower, Forget-me-not: What can it mean love, Growing near the river grot, In meadows green love. The flowers they are heaven's blue, And bright like thee love: When e'er these flowers you view, Then think of me love. In the morning then dearest, Think of me when thou'rt roaming, In the spring meadow, fairest, Or the grove in the gloaming. By the river at noon love, Blue Forget-me-nots see; By the light of the moon love, In its hue think of me: By the sweet walks of evening; By the stars in the sky; By the moon when its beaming; By the sun when its high. Heavens poesy is talking, In the evening of thee; And when thou art walking, Sweet . . . . think of me 💙💙💙 John Clare ✍️ Forget-Me-Not (1793 – 1864)