O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, I search for you in vain; You are the only growing thing Can take away my pain. When I was young, this bitter herb Grew wild on every hill; I should have plucked a store of it, And kept it by me still. I hunt through all the meadows Where once I wandered free, But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, It hides away from me. O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, Where is your drowsy breath? Oh, can it be your seed has blown Far as the Vales of Death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD |