Madam, the flower that I received from you,
Ere I came home, had lost its lovely hue:
As flowers deprived of the genial day,
Its sprightly bloom did wither and decay;
Dear, fading flower, I know full well, said I,
The reason why you shed your sweets and die;
You want the influence of her enlivening eye.
Your case is mine -- Absence, that plague of love!
With heavy pace makes every minute move:
It of my being is an empty blank,
And hinders me myself with men to rank;
Your cheering presence quickeneth me again,
And new-sprung life exults in every vein.
Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress
James Thomson
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Poem topics: I love you, home, life, lost, dear, reason, minute, heavy, absence, Valentine's Day, bloom, flower, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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