| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | Faded Flowers | | By Mrs. Sarah Helen Whitman (1803–1878) |
| | | REMEMBRANCERS of happiness! to me | |
| Ye bring sweet thoughts of the year’s purple prime,— | |
| Wild, mingling melodies of bird and bee, | |
| That pour on summer winds their silvery chime,— | |
| And of rich incense, burdening all the air, | 5 |
| From flowers that by the sunny garden wall | |
| Bloomed at your side, nursed into beauty there | |
| By dews and silent showers; but these to all | |
| Ye bring. O, sweeter far than these the spell | |
| Shrined in those fairy urns for me alone! | 10 |
| For me a charm sleeps in each honeyed cell, | |
| Whose power can call back hours of rapture flown; | |
| To the sad heart sweet memories restore,— | |
| Tones, looks, and words of love that may return no more. | | | | |
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