When will my soul forget the look
With which one single stem she took
From out the wreath ?—a tulip flower;
But, touch'd as by some withering power,
The painted leaves were drooping round
The rich but burning heart they bound.


The Golden Violet - The Wreath - The Golden Violet (1827)


When will my soul forget the look With which one single stem she took From out the wreath ?—a tulip flower; But, touch'd as by some withering...

When will my soul forget the look With which one single stem she took From out the wreath ?—a tulip flower; But, touch'd as by some withering...

When will my soul forget the look With which one single stem she took From out the wreath ?—a tulip flower; But, touch'd as by some withering...

When will my soul forget the look With which one single stem she took From out the wreath ?—a tulip flower; But, touch'd as by some withering...