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Floral Poetry. 
FADED FLOWERS. 
YAADED flowers, 
^ Sweet faded flowers, 
Beauty and death 
Have ruled your hours, 
Ye woke in bloom but a morn ago, 
And now are your blossoms in dust laid low. 
But yesterday, 
With the breeze ye strove— 
In the play of life, 
In the pride of love; 
To and fro swung each radiant head, 
That now is drooping, and pale, and dead ! 
Delicate flower, 
With the pearl-white bells, 
No more shall dew-drop 
Sleep in thy cells ! 
No more, rich Rose, on thy heaving breast, 
The honey-bee fold his wings to rest! 
Fair myrtle tree, 
Thy blossoms lie low, 
But green above them 
The branches grow; 
Like a buried love, or a vanished joy, 
Linked unto memories none destroy. 
