The Faded Flower
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret
on his careless way;
Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk,
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Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret
on his careless way;
Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk,
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone
That vanishing loveliness,
Dear one, what did you say
A dining hall, a distant day,
It seems it was time;
For goodbye,