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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - The Faded Flower
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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,
Then onward pass`d and left thee to decay.
Ah! melancholy emblem! had I seen
Thy modest beauties dew`d with Evening`s gem,
I had not rudely cropp`d thy parent stem,
But left thee, blushing, `mid the enliven`d green.
And now I bend me o`er thy wither`d bloom,
And drop the tear - as Fancy, at my side,
Deep-sighing, points the fair frail Abra`s tomb -
`Like thine, sad Flower, was that poor wanderer`s pride!
Oh! lost to Love and Truth, whose selfish joy
Tasted her vernal sweets, but tasted to destroy!`
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