Classic Poem

I DREAMED that near a glassy lake
At moonlight's hour I strayed,
And sat me down to muse alone
Beneath a quiet shade.

A little bark with sail unfurled
Swept o'er the silver tide,
And scarcely had a moment passed
When thou wert by my side.

My hand was quickly clasped in thine,
I looked upon thy face,
Each feature as I viewed it then
My fancy yet can trace.

There was a pale blue flower that grew
In that secluded spot,
Thou bad'st me wear it near my heart,
Its name — Forget me not.