COULD every blossom find a voice
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.
And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.
Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.
Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves
The dear Forget-me-not.
(Crawford, Isabella Valancy, Canadian Poet, from 1850-1887)
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.
And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.
Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.
Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves
The dear Forget-me-not.
(Crawford, Isabella Valancy, Canadian Poet, from 1850-1887)
Hoa này hè em có chụp nhưng xóa đâu mất rồi, mượn trên mạng.
Có người quen biết hết tên các loại hoa nhưng nói rồi em cũng quên hết. Hoa này em chụp hồi hè. Màu forget me not cũng có loại tương tự vậy. (Loại này quên tên rồi 
)
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@PhD: Sung nhà em ra nhiều lắm bác, mà nó ra liên tục nữa.
Em chắc phải kiếm cái kính lúp nghịch như bác mới được.
Em cũng chụp quanh vườn, tấm này đặt tên cho nó là "sức sống mới" được không các bác
Sung rụng...
Em chắc phải kiếm cái kính lúp nghịch như bác mới được.
Em cũng chụp quanh vườn, tấm này đặt tên cho nó là "sức sống mới" được không các bác
Sung rụng...
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