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Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not, -- / These three bloomed in a garden spot; / And once, all merry with song and play, / A little one heard three voices say: / "Shine or shadow, summer or spring, / O thou child with the tangled hair / And laughing eyes, we three shall bring / Each an offering, passing fair! " / The little one did not understand; / But they bent and kissed the dimpled hand.
Buttercup gambolled all day long, / Sharing the little one's mirth and song; / Then, stealing along on misty gleams, / Poppy came, bringing the sweetest dreams, / Playing and dreaming, that was all, / Till once the sleeper would not awake; / Kissing the little face under the pall, / We thought of the words the third flower spake, / And we found, betimes, in a hallowed spot, / The solace and peace of Forget-me-not.