Solatium
COMES the broken flower—Comes the cheated maid—Though the tempest lower,Rain and cloud will fade!Take, O maid, these posies:Though thy beauty rareShame the blushing roses,They are passing fair!Wear the flowers till they fade;Happy be thy life, O maid!
O’er the season vernal,Time may cast a shade;Sunshine, if eternal,Makes the roses fade:Time may do his duty;Let the thief alone—Winter hath a beautyThat is all his own.Fairest days are sun and shade:Happy be thy life, O maid!