Lyric Poem · Sad
On a Faded Violet
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.
I weep, — my tears revive it not!
I sigh, — it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
This poem is in the public domain.
“On a Faded Violet” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/on-a-faded-violet
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