A Violet

He said he loved me. Welladay!
I know not were he false or true.
A year ago it was, in May:
" My darling, O forget me not!
Forget not me who so love you. "
A year ago! Has he forgot?

He would come back to me, he said:
Kist me good-bye, a year ago!
Can love so soon grow cold and dead?
He begged of me a violet,
One violet, he loved me so!
" Forget me not! " Can he forget?
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