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THE DEAD FLOWER.
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THE DEAD FLOWER.
MAGDALEN TO HER SISTER.
She is gone out of sight, out of mind;
There is none the remembrance to keep
Of the flowers blown away by the wind—
Poor, sweet, desolate flower, let her sleep:
I am left, and I only, to weep.
There is none the remembrance to keep
Of the flowers blown away by the wind—
Poor, sweet, desolate flower, let her sleep:
I am left, and I only, to weep.
She was fair, she was sweet, she was pure,
If to love with the whole heart be so;
She is gone, for she could not endure
The scoff and the gibe and the blow:—
There is scarcely a soul that will know.
If to love with the whole heart be so;
She is gone, for she could not endure
The scoff and the gibe and the blow:—
There is scarcely a soul that will know.
To lack gold is to be but a slave,
For I loved her, and nightly must see
How men bargained to keep from the grave
The dear life that was all things to me,
And I burned for one hour to be free.
For I loved her, and nightly must see
How men bargained to keep from the grave
The dear life that was all things to me,
And I burned for one hour to be free.
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Well, no more she shall thirst now, nor fast,
And she feels not the sin and the shame,
And my heart when it breaks at the last
Shall be found writ in fire with her name,
And on man, and on God be the blame.
And she feels not the sin and the shame,
And my heart when it breaks at the last
Shall be found writ in fire with her name,
And on man, and on God be the blame.
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