Faded Flowers
Rememberancers of happiness! to me
Ye bring sweet thoughts of the year’s purple prime, -
Wild, mingling melodies of bird and bee,
That pour on summer winds their silvery chime, -
And of rich incense, burdening all the air,
From flowers that by the sunny garden wall
Bloomed at your side, nursed into beauty there
By dews and silent showers; but these to all
Ye bring. O, sweeter far than these the spell
Shrined in those fairy urns for me alone!
For me a charm sleeps in each honeyed cell,
Whose power can call back hours of rapture flown;
To the sad heart sweet memories restore, -
Tones, looks, and words of love that may return no more.
Rememberancers of happiness! to me
Ye bring sweet thoughts of the year’s purple prime, -
Wild, mingling melodies of bird and bee,
That pour on summer winds their silvery chime, -
And of rich incense, burdening all the air,
From flowers that by the sunny garden wall
Bloomed at your side, nursed into beauty there
By dews and silent showers; but these to all
Ye bring. O, sweeter far than these the spell
Shrined in those fairy urns for me alone!
For me a charm sleeps in each honeyed cell,
Whose power can call back hours of rapture flown;
To the sad heart sweet memories restore, -
Tones, looks, and words of love that may return no more.