Faded Flowers
By Gosh
An old man now I
sit and think
Alone and sad to-night
Some faded flowers tied up with pink,
Have dropped before the light
The book I reached from off the stand
Seem quite untouched for ages
It opened wide within my hand
These flowers between the pages
My present life fades fast;
My eyes grow dim—unbidden tears
Spring forth and fall at last
And all the mist of year rolls by.
And all the weary hours.
And once again I hear sigh
Of one who plucked these flowers.
I stand once more
besides the stile--
Our usual trysting place –
I watch the nook and note the smile
Of one sweet, upturn’d face.
And then the mist rolls back again,
And all seems like a dream;
The woodland patch, the hawthorne lane,
The flowers beside the stream
Ah me; those
simple faded flowers
Have brought back all the past,
My shadow’d life, my wasted hours,
My hopes so soon o’ercast
Sad memories, lying hushes for years,
Have sprung to life once more;
I rise, and murmur midst my tear,
“Not lost, but gone before,”
Title: Faded Flowers
Author: Gosh
Location: Unknown
Date: 1866- 1871
Media: One column newspaper article, glued to Page 194 of the Ledger of
Captain W. B. Blair
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