Part 3 — THE FADED ROSE.
Reading edition
BY G. G. FOSTER.
Torn from its stem to bloom awhile Upon thy breast, the dazzling flower Imbibed new radiance from thy smile— But, ah! it faded in an hour. So thou, from peaceful home betrayed, In beaming beauty floated by; But ere thy summer had decayed, We saw thee languish, faint and die. Extempore. On a Broken Harp-string. Too rude the touch—the broken cord No more may utter music-word, Yet lives each tone within the air, Its trembling sighs awakened there. So in my heart the song I sung, When thou in rapture o'er me hung, Still lives—yet thine is not the spell To lure the music from its shell.