Forgive me if, in friendship’s way,
I offer thee a wreath of May….
[N]ourished by the dews of heaven….
So I have Ivy placed between,
To prove that worth is ever green.
The little blue Forget-me-not…
Spring’s messenger in every spot,
Smiling on all—"Remember me!
John Clare, “To E.L.E. on May Morning,” May 1st 1830