 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
To Miss Mc--- WITH A WITHERED VIOLET
Though fate upon this faded flower
His withering hand has laid,
Its odoured breath defies his power,
Its sweets are undecayed.
His withering hand has laid,
Its odoured breath defies his power,
Its sweets are undecayed.
Oh! thus although thy warbled strains
No longer wildly thrill,
The memory of the song remains,
Its soul is with me still.
No longer wildly thrill,
The memory of the song remains,
Its soul is with me still.
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