I have loved flowers that fade, <br />Within whose magic tents <br />Rich hues have marriage made <br />With sweet unmemoried scents: <br />A honeymoon delight- <br />A joy of love at sight, <br />That ages in an hour- <br />My song be like a flower! <br /> <br />I have loved airs that die <br />Before their charm is writ <br />Along a liquid sky <br />Trembling to welcome it. <br />Notes, that with pulse of fire <br />Proclaim the spirit's desire, <br />Then die, and are nowhere- <br />My song be like an air! <br /> <br />Die, song, die like a breath, <br />And wither as a bloom; <br />Fear not a flowery death, <br />Dread not an airy tomb! <br />Fly with delight, fly hence! <br />'Twas thine love's tender sense <br />To feast; now on thy bier <br />Beauty shall shed a tear.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-loved-flowers-that-fade/
