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The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Algee Poe Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Enhailed awhile thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties adewed with evening's gem, I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee, blushing, mid the enlivened green, And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear. His fancy, at my side, Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride, Oh, lost to love and truth, His selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of Poe. This recording is in the public domain. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties adewed with evening's gem, I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee, blushing, mid the enlivened green, And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear. His fancy, at my side, Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride, Oh, lost to love and truth, His selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of Poe. This recording is in the public domain. Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties adewed with evening's gem, I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee, blushing, mid the enlivened green, And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear. His fancy, at my side, Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride, Oh, lost to love and truth, His selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of Poe. This recording is in the public domain. Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties adewed with evening's gem, I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee, blushing, mid the enlivened green, And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear. His fancy, at my side, Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, Was that poor wanderer's pride, Oh, lost to love and truth, His selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of Poe. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence In Ottawa, Ontario May 1st, 2026 Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties, Dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee, blushing, mid the enlivened green, And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear. His fancy, at my side, Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, said flower, It was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Lee Salter Elizabeth Town, Pennsylvania, U.S.A. Ungrateful he, who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties, Dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, said flower, It was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Jennifer Beckett Wood Ungrateful he, who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thine odours on his walk, Then onward passed, and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties Dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, said flower, It was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Ungrateful he, who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties Dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. Ah, melancholy emblem, Had I seen thy modest beauties Dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. A melancholy emblem had I seen Thy modest beauties dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Stacy M. Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor-fated floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. A melancholy emblem had I seen Thy modest beauties dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear, as fancy, at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Stacy M. Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. A melancholy emblem had I seen Thy modest beauties dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear as fancy at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Faded Flower by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Read for LibriVox.org by Winifred Aspen Ungrateful he who plucked thee from thy stalk, Poor faded floweret, on his careless way, Inhaled a while thy odours on his walk, Then onward passed and left thee to decay. A melancholy emblem had I seen Thy modest beauties dewed with evening's gem. I had not rudely cropped thy parent's stem, But left thee blushing, mid the enlivened green. And now I bend me o'er thy withered bloom, And drop the tear as fancy at my side. Deep sighing points the fair, frail Abra's tomb. Like thine, sad flower, was that poor wanderer's pride. Oh, lost to love and truth, Whose selfish joy tasted her vernal sweets, But tasted to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.