[00:0.490]On a Faded Violet,[00:2.490]by Percy Bysshe Shelley[00:5.490]The odour from the flower is gone[00:7.490]Which like thy kisses breathed on me;[00:10.490]The colour from the flower is flown[00:12.490]Which glowed of thee and only thee![00:16.490]A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,[00:18.490]It lies on my abandoned breast,[00:21.490]And mocks the heart which yet is warm,[00:24.490]With cold and silent rest.[00:28.490]I weep,---my tears revive it not![00:30.490]I sigh,---it breathes no more on me;[00:34.490]lts mute and uncomplaining lot[00:37.490]Is such as mine should be.