 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
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THE PHANTOM-FLOWER.
The alchemist of old, with wizard power,
From the pure ashes of Love's darling flower,
Could recreate it in ethereal guise,
And bid a shadowy spirit-rose arise.
From the pure ashes of Love's darling flower,
Could recreate it in ethereal guise,
And bid a shadowy spirit-rose arise.
So from the priceless ashes of your notes,
The flower-like soul, that fill'd them, upward floats,
And while the words impassion'd slow consume,
I watch my rose, my airy angel, bloom!
The flower-like soul, that fill'd them, upward floats,
And while the words impassion'd slow consume,
I watch my rose, my airy angel, bloom!
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |