Saturday, 4 May 2013

on faded flowers, poems and dickens


The Faded Flower
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!' 

after today in the shop I could only cut and paste!!!
Have a brilliant  bank holiday weekend..
we are open again Tuesday 9am.


Noelle the dreamer said...

Heavens, you surprised me, what a treat!
All the best,

flowers on my table said...

Cool post! I love the look of the flowers against the old books and the poetry was wonderful.
Thanks for your support! Love Linda xx

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