The Faded Flower

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Title:     The Faded Flower
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

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!'

1794.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Faded Flower

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