Solitary hours By Caroline Southey ... Second edition [i. e. by C. A. Bowles] |
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“I NEVER CAST A FLOWER AWAY.” |
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“I NEVER CAST A FLOWER AWAY.”
I never cast a flower away,
The gift of one who cared for me—
A little flower—a faded flower—
But it was done reluctantly.
The gift of one who cared for me—
A little flower—a faded flower—
But it was done reluctantly.
I never look'd a last adieu
To things familiar, but my heart
Shrank with a feeling almost pain,
Even from their lifelessness to part.
To things familiar, but my heart
Shrank with a feeling almost pain,
Even from their lifelessness to part.
I never spoke the word “Farewell,”
But with an utterance faint and broken;
An earth-sick longing for the time
When it shall never more be spoken.
But with an utterance faint and broken;
An earth-sick longing for the time
When it shall never more be spoken.
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