Rosemary for Remembrance

You have forgotten me, but I forget not,
How kind you were before another shadow 
Fell beside yours in garth and garden-closes, 
And on the sweet grass of the water-meadow, 
Her shadow close to yours among the roses:
The grace that summer yields her, I regret not -  
You have forgotten me, but I forget not. 

You have forgotten me, but I remember: 
I bide my time, dear heart; I bide my time. 
You have no need of me now lilies blow,
And bees are busy in the murmuring lime. 
But when the lilies lose themselves in snow, 
Love, you will cry on me in mid-December;
You have forgotten me, but I remember. 

Forget me now you're glad, but when you're grieving 
Turn home to me for comfort; there's no rue 
Grown in my garden for my Dear to gather: 
Only kind rosemary grows green for you. 
And I have honey sucked from highland heather,
And dreams for you of mine own faithful weaving; 
Be glad with her to-day! I wait your grieving.