Sarah Margaret Fuller

(1810-1850 / the United States)

The Passion Flower - Poem by Sarah Margaret Fuller

My love gave me a passion-flower.
I nursed it well - so brief its hour!
My eyelids ache, my throat is dry:
He told me that it would not die.

My love and I are one, and yet
Full oft my cheeks with tears are wet -
So sweet the night is and the bower!
My love gave me a passion-flower.

So sweet! Hold fast my hands. Can God
Make all this joy revert to sod,
And leave to me but this for dower -
My love gave me a passion-flower.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010

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