Lyric Poem · Love
Song From the Wandering Jew
See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale — is fast.
Paler is yon maiden;
Faster is her heart's decay;
Deep with sorrow laden,
She sinks in death away.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Song From the Wandering Jew” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/song-from-the-wandering-jew
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