Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

On A Faded Violet - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011

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