The Faded Posy by Mabel Forrest

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To-day I opened a book,
In which in the long ago, 
You and I used to read
You, whom I once loved so, 
But we had forgotten it all,
Till out of the book, there fell
A faded posy of flowers!

Oh! You whom I once loved well,
Loved with a love that became 
Faded, and lost, and dead:
How strange that those flowers keep, 
Their scent and their living red!  

First published in The Courier-Mail, 23 September 1933

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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