FADED SPRAY OF MIGNONETTE

By Thomas Nelson Page

Faded spray of mignonette,

Can you ever more forget

How you lay that summer night,

In the new moon's silvery light,

Dreaming sweet in tranquil rest

On my true-love's snowy breast?

Since her rosy finger-tips

Bore you to her fragrant lips,

Blessed you with a shadowy kiss,

Nestled you again in bliss,

( Envied of the Gods above )

All is faded save my love.