Excerpt from The Forget Me Not: With Coloured Illustrations From Original DesignsBut desolate echoes through our home were ringing, How for a while we talk'd - then paused full sadly, Because our voices bitter thoughts were bringing?Ah me those days - those days! My friend, my brother, Sit down and let us talk of all our woe, For we have nothing left but one another, Yet where they went, old playmate, we shall go Let us remember this.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.