Mar 21 2005
On A Dead Violet Shelley
On A Dead Violet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The odor from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The color from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
A shrivelled, 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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i absolutely LOVE this!
This really touched me, I love Shelley. Poetry is so beautiful when you understand it! 🙂
I believe this reflects Shelley when he lost interest in his ex-wife Harriet Westbrook, which cause her to commit suicide ( a key factor with other turn of events).