Flowers in Grass

For you cull’d the vernal sweets,

For you the fairest Flow’rets chose,

His fragrant Breath your Bosom greets

From [op’ning] Pink and dewy Rose;

His [sip] that with the Ruby glow,

Has kist each Flowr of vernal Dye;

But humbler Blooms his Hopes disclose;

One timid Blossom courts your Eye,

And Love shall bless his happy Lot

If you repeat, “Forget me not.”