The odour from the flower is gone Which like thy kisses breathed on me; The colour from the flower is flown Which glowed of thee and only thee! A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form. It lies on my abandoned breast, And mocks [the]2 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 lot Is such as mine should be.
Two Songs for Baritone
Song Cycle by Helen Agnes MacWhirter
?. The faded violet  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "On a faded violet", appears in The Literary Pocket-Book, first published 1821 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Na svadlou fialku"
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
2 Bridge: "my"
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry