Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A WITHERED NOSEGAY, by LOUIS FRECHETTE


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A WITHERED NOSEGAY, by                    
First Line: Here's a posy of poor faded flowers, that I keep
Last Line: Shall touch you caressingly even in death.
Subject(s): Flowers; Lament; Past; Time


Here's a posy of poor faded flowers, that I keep
As jealously guarded as gems in a heap,
For in their dead relics the fragrance I find
Of a hand that for me deigned the blossoms to bind.
And, when mem'ry floats back on the stream of the past,
And I think of the days too enchanting to last,
On these roses, that nought but Time's hand shall profane,
Love's halo of gold will for ever remain.
Poor flow'rets! How often the tears from my eyes,
Like dewdrops, unheeded, have watered your dyes;
Alas! your bright crimson can never return,
But still in your leaves the dear past I discern.
Sleep here, on my heart! and my lips' latest breath
Shall touch you caressingly even in death.





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