I. <br />The odour from the flower is gone <br />Which like thy kisses breathed on me; <br />The colour from the flower is flown <br />Which glowed of thee and only thee! <br /> <br />II. <br />A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form, <br />It lies on my abandoned breast, <br />And mocks the heart which yet is warm, <br />With cold and silent rest. <br /> <br />III. <br />I weep,--my tears revive it not! <br />I sigh,--it breathes no more on me; <br />Its mute and uncomplaining lot <br />Is such as mine should be.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-faded-violet/
