On a Faded Violet

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On a Faded Violet
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Known also as On a Dead Violet

1.
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!

2.
A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.

3.
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.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.