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An ancient tome came to my hands: / A tale of love in other lands: / Writ by a Master so divine, / The Love seems ever mine and thine. / The volume opened at the place / That sings of sweet Francesca's grace: / How reading of Fair Guinevere / And Launcelot that long gone year, / Her eyes into her lover's fell / And -- there was nothing more to tell. / That day they op'ed that book no more: / Thenceforth they read a deeper lore.
Beneath the passage so divine, / Some woman's hand had traced a line, / And reverently upon the spot / Had laid a blue forget-me-not: / A message sent across the years, / Of Lovers' sighs and Lovers' tears: / A messenger left there to tell / They too had loved each other well. / The centuries had glided by / Since Love had heaved that tender sigh; / The tiny spray that spoke her trust, / Had like herself long turned to dust.