Dodge Publishing Company- New York City.(copyright 1902)
This poem is awesome!! Methinks it says it all
It was Maytime
And I was walking with the man I loved,-
I loved him, but I thought I was not loved
And both were silent, letting the wild brook
Speak for us, till he stoop'd and gathered one
From out a bed of thick forget-me-nots,
Look'd hard and sweet at me and gave it to me.
I took it, tho' I did not know I took it,
And put it in my bosom, and all at once
I felt his arm about me, and his lips
~~Alfred Tennyson~~
