Six Songs

Song Cycle by William Metcalfe

Word count: 78

?. On a faded violet [sung text not yet checked]

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.

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2 Bridge: "my"

Researcher for this text: Ted Perry