I have loved flowers that fade, br Within whose magic tents br Rich hues have marriage made br With sweet unmemoried scents: br A honeymoon delight- br A joy of love at sight, br That ages in an hour- br My song be like a flower! br br I have loved airs that die br Before their charm is writ br Along a liquid sky br Trembling to welcome it. br Notes, that with pulse of fire br Proclaim the spirit's desire, br Then die, and are nowhere- br My song be like an air! br br Die, song, die like a breath, br And wither as a bloom; br Fear not a flowery death, br Dread not an airy tomb! br Fly with delight, fly hence! br 'Twas thine love's tender sense br To feast; now on thy bier br Beauty shall shed a tear.