To A Lady With A Withered Violet

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Title:     To A Lady With A Withered Violet
Author: Joseph Rodman Drake [More Titles by Drake]

Though fate upon this faded flower
His withering hand has laid,
Its odour'd breath defies his power,
Its sweets are undecayed.

And thus, although thy warbled strains
No longer wildly thrill,
The memory of the song remains,
Its soul is with me still.

[The end]
Joseph Rodman Drake's poem: To A Lady With A Withered Violet

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