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F all the flowers that Vesna waketh, When glad return in love she maketh, Forget-me-nots to me are dear, To kiss and kiss from year to year.

O fondly them the gard’ner dresses, Clips the wild grass that round them presses, At morn and eve doth water bring, And blesses them, as up they spring.

Their blossom is my dearest joy, My youthful cares did they employ, My heart’s the soil wherein they grow, Their moisture—streaming tears that flow.

The gard’ner, he is Time gone by, In which the youth dream’d pleasantly, The garden-lands of Slawa’s race, All which my feelings warm embrace.