Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

On a Faded Violet

1.

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!

2.

A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.

3.

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.

1. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
2. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
3. Matilda Gathering Flowers
4. To Death
5. I Would Not Be A King

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