Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way;
Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk,
Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay.
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Lost to love and truth whose selfish joy Great poem with great craftsmanship.
..but tasted to destroy. Awesome write. Thanks for sharing it here.
Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk, Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay. a very realistic metaphoric description!