Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, br Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; br Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk, br Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay. br Ah! melancholy emblem! had I seen br Thy modest beauties dew'd with Evening's gem, br I had not rudely cropp'd thy parent stem, br But left thee, blushing, 'mid the enliven'd green.