Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy. 1904. | | | | Poems of Sentiment: III. Memory | | “’T is but a little faded flower” | | Ellen Clementine Howarth (1827–1899) |
| | | ’T IS but a little faded flower, | |
| But oh, how fondly dear! | |
| ’T will bring me back one golden hour, | |
| Through many a weary year. | |
| I may not to the world impart | 5 |
| The secret of its power, | |
| But treasured in my inmost heart, | |
| I keep my faded flower. | |
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| Where is the heart that doth not keep, | |
| Within its inmost core, | 10 |
| Some fond remembrance, hidden deep, | |
| Of days that are no more? | |
| Who hath not saved some trifling thing | |
| More prized than jewels rare— | |
| A faded flower, a broken ring, | 15 |
| A tress of golden hair? | | | | |
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