SONG FROM THE WANDERING JEW.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
[Published as Shelley’s by Medwin, “Life of Shelley”, 1847, 1 page 58.]
See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale—is fast.
Paler is yon maiden; _5
Faster is her heart’s decay;
Deep with sorrow laden,
She sinks in death away.
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