OH! wear it on thy heart, my love! Still, still a little while! Sweetness is lingering in its leaves, Though faded be their smile. Yet, for the sake of what hath been, Oh, cast it not away! 'Twas born to grace a summer scene, A long, bright, golden day, My love! A long, bright, golden day. A little while around thee, love! Its fragrance yet shall cling, Telling, that on thy heart hath lain A fair, though faded thing. But not even that warm heart hath power To win it back from fate, -- Oh! @3I@1 am like thy broken flower, Cherished too late, too late, My love! Cherished, alas! too late! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES ASOLANDO: BEATRICE SIGNORINI by ROBERT BROWNING POSSESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE POET AND THE FLY: 2 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE ROBIN'S NEST by PHOEBE CARY IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY OF MR. YARKER: MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT by JOHN CLOSE |