 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE FADED PASSION-FLOWER.
Aye, keep the flower; 'tis faded now,
And all unmeet to deck thy brow;
But though of beauty thus bereft,
How much of sweetness still is left!
And all unmeet to deck thy brow;
But though of beauty thus bereft,
How much of sweetness still is left!
Aye, keep the flower; and if it grieves
Thy heart to see its faded leaves,
Forget it ever was more fair,
And think its fragrance still is there.
Thy heart to see its faded leaves,
Forget it ever was more fair,
And think its fragrance still is there.
Aye, keep the flower; another eye
Might heedless pass the blossom by;
But will it not far dearer be
When wakes its perfume but for thee?
Might heedless pass the blossom by;
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When wakes its perfume but for thee?
Aye, keep the flower; and shouldst thou seek,
An emblem of my faded cheek,
Thou'lt find it there—from Heaven's own light
Came both its beauty and its blight.
An emblem of my faded cheek,
Thou'lt find it there—from Heaven's own light
Came both its beauty and its blight.
Aye, keep the flower; and it may seem
An emblem of my bosom's dream;
Joy's brilliant hue not long could last;
But when, O! when shall love be past?
An emblem of my bosom's dream;
Joy's brilliant hue not long could last;
But when, O! when shall love be past?
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |