



And still may thy tranquil and delicate shade | 
Yield fragiance.and solace to me; i 
For though all the flowers in my garden 
fade 
? 
My heart will repose upon thee. 
ON A FADED VIOLET. | 
BY SHELLEY. 1 
Tne odour from the flower is gone 
Which, like thy kisses, breathed on me; 
[he colour from the flower is flown, | 
Wk can glow’d of thee, and only thee! | 
4 shrivel’d, lifeless, vacant form, 
It lies on my abandon’d breast, 
ind mocks the hear x which yet is warm, 
With cold and sile est. 
i Weep,—my tears revive it not! 
I sigh,—it breathes no more on me 3 
its mute -and uncompl: uning lot | 
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