Whisper Of Tears - On A Dead Violet Lyrics
The odor from the flower is goneWhich like thy kisses breathed on me;The colour from the flower is flownWhich glowed of thee and only thee!A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,It lies on my abandoned breast,And mocks the heart which yet is warm,With cold and silent rest.I weep,--my tears revive it not!I sigh,--it breathes no more on me;Its mute and uncomplaining lotIs such as mine should be