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HER FLOWER, by            
First Line: Little flower, fading, dying
Last Line: In her breast.
Subject(s): Flowers; Love - Loss Of

LITTLE flower, fading, dying,
Thou art on my table lying
In thy last and final rest.
Yet't is scarcely half an hour
Since I saw thee, little flower,
In thy forced and cold devotion,
Rising, falling, with the motion
Of her breast.

Did she tell thee, thou one dying,
And there is no use denying
What thou surely knowest best,
Did she whisper, ere that hour
That I saw thee, little flower,
Did she speak of my devotion,
Did she speak with no emotion
In her breast?

Little flower, thou art dying,
Faded, listless, lifeless lying;
Thou hast found thy final rest.
But I would within an hour
Change with thee, dead, faded flower,
If I knew that my devotion
Echoed not with sweet emotion
In her breast.

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