O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, <br />I search for you in vain; <br />You are the only growing thing <br />Can take away my pain. <br /> <br />When I was young, this bitter herb <br />Grew wild on every hill; <br />I should have plucked a store of it, <br />And kept it by me still. <br /> <br />I hunt through all the meadows <br />Where once I wandered free, <br />But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, <br />It hides away from me. <br /> <br />O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, <br />Where is your drowsy breath? <br />Oh, can it be your seed has blown <br />Far as the Vales of Death?<br /><br />Jeanne Robert Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bitter-herb/
