Gnaphalium, Everlasting - The Language of Flowers

Gnaphalium, Everlasting.

Never-ceasing Remembrance.

I think of thee when the bright sunlight shimmers
Across the sea;
When the clear fountain in the moonbeam glimmers,
I think of thee.

I see thee, if far up the pathway yonder
The dust be stirred;
If faint steps o'er the little bridge to wander
At night be heard.

I heard thee, when the tossing waves' low rumbling
Creeps up the hill;
I go to the lone wood, and listen, trembling,
When all is still.

Goethe.