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"To you, my Celinda, the rose-bud I bring,   "While its leaves are begemm'd with the dew, "'Tis the darling of Flora, the treasure of spring;   "How lovely an emblem of you.

"But oh! when the roses of beauty and youth,   "Like the bloom of the flower shall decay; "The myrtle of love and perennial truth,   "Shall be smiling and fresh as in May."

 

! lovely faded plant, the blight I mourn, That withered all thy blossoms fair and gay; I saw thee blushing to the genial May, And now thy leaves are drooping and forlorn. I mark'd thy early beauty with a smile, And saw with pride the crimson buds expand; They open'd to the sunbeam for a while, By all the flattering gales of summer fann'd. Ah! faded plant, I raise thy languid head, And moisten every leaf with balmy dew; But now thy rich luxuriant bloom is fled, Thy foliage wears a pale autumnal hue; Too soon thy glowing colours have decay'd, Like thee the flowers of pleasure smile and fade.