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I WORE THE ROSE THAT CAME FROM THEE.

FROM UHLAND.

I wore the Rose that came from thee,
Cull'd by thy dear hand for me.
But scarce it lived till set of sun;
Home-sick died the sever'd one.

Now its little Spirit floats
From my bosom back again;
Wafted to thee, like the notes
Of this fond expiring strain.

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