William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
On a Faded VioletPercy Bysshe Shelley (17921822)
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Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.
I sigh,—it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.