The Faded Flower.

Once lovely bloom, that did my senses thrill,
Now withered, faded, lost to beauty's power,
Thy memory lingers, though thy form is still,
A sad reminder of a fleeting hour.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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