The broken flower

Oh! wear it on thy heart, my love!

Still, still a little while!

Sweetness is lingering in its leaves.

Though faded be their smile.

Yet, for the sake of what hath been.

Oh! cast it not away!

'Twas born to grace a summer scene,

A long, bright, golden day.

My love!

A long, bright, golden day!

A little while around thee, love!

Its fragrance yet shall cling.

Telling, that on thy heart hath lain,

A fair, though faded thing.

But not ev'n that warm heart hath power

To win it back from fate:

Oh! I am like thy broken flower,

Cherish'd too late, too late.

My love!

Cherish'd, alas! too late.