On A Dead Violet

The odor from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The color 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.
Classic Romantic Love Poems
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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