Fond memory's flower, of azure dye,
Permit thy bard one boon to crave;
When in death's narrow bed I lie,
Oh! bloom around my humble grave.
And if some tender faithful friend
Should, led by love, approach the spot,
And o'er thy flowers admiring bend,
Then say for me, Forget me not!
I am busy working to bring Amelia Alderson Opie's "To the Flower Called, Forget Me Not" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Amelia Alderson Opie's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "To the Flower Called, Forget Me Not" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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