by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)

The colour from the flower is gone
Language: English 
The colour from the flower is gone, 
Which like thy sweet eyes smiled on me 
The odour from the flower is flown, 
Which breathed of thee and only thee ! 

A withered, 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 lot 
Is such as mine should be. 

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Set in a modified version by Frank Bridge, Arthur Farwell, George John Bennett, Edith A. Bracken, Carl Deis, Ada Dexter, Anthony Donato, Eric Fogg, Ernest Ford, James Cliffe Forrester, Arthur M. Fox, John Gledhill, Frederic Locksley Groton, Clifford Higgin, Elwyn Kent Hughes, Edward James Loder, George P. H. Loder, Colin McAlpin, Hamish MacCunn, Hamish MacCunn, Helen Agnes MacWhirter, William Metcalfe, Charles Borromeo Mills, Carlo Alfredo Piatti, Henry Hugo Pierson, Edward Henry Thorne, Emily Josephine Troup, Emily Josephine Troup.


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This text was added to the website: 2009-10-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 81