I have loved flowers that fade

I have loved flowers that fade
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight
A joy of love at sight
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!

I have loved airs that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit's desire
Then die, and are nowhere
My song be like an air!

Diе, song, die like a breath
And withеr as a bloom;
Fear not a flowery death
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
'Twas thine love's tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear