A moment and are gone. O fate-bowed flower!
Fair as Adonis bathed in sanguine dew, 10
Of his death-wound, that Lover’s heart was true
As heaven, who pierced by scorn in some lone bower
Could press thy semblance of unpitied smart
Into the service of his constant heart.
COMPANION TO THE FOREGOING
Composed (?)[256]—Published 1845
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray
That fosters growth or checks or cheers decay,