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2017 August 16, Wednesday
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Faded Flowers
by Sarah Helen Whitman
First published online on 2011 December 31.
Editor’s Foreword
The end of the flowers comes when it will, while the end of the year comes on our demand. Yet both seem out of our control, and to that extent, they are.
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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,
   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. Oh! sweeter far than these the spell
   Shrined in those fairy urns for me alone,
For me a charm sleeps in each honied 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.

Sarah Helen Whitman (nee Power) was a native of Providence, Rhode Island.
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