Mar 21 2005

On A Dead Violet Shelley

Published by at 8:55 am under P.B.Shelley Love Poems

On A Dead Violet

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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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5 responses so far

5 Responses to “On A Dead Violet Shelley”

  1. Gueston 17 Sep 2006 at 4:52 pm

    this poem really touched me..i really like ur work…your really good.

  2. anonymouson 27 Apr 2007 at 12:41 pm

    😡 🙁 :cry 😕 :sigh :zzz :upset :eek :roll 🙂 :grin 😉 8) :p

  3. brookeon 04 Nov 2007 at 12:53 pm

    i absolutely LOVE this!

  4. Lilyon 14 Apr 2008 at 4:42 pm

    This really touched me, I love Shelley. Poetry is so beautiful when you understand it! 🙂

  5. Jonathanon 07 Jun 2008 at 11:17 pm

    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).

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