Comes The Broken Flower - Comes The Cheated Maid - Though The Tempest Lower, Rain And Cloud Will Fade! Take, O Maid, These Posies: Though Thy Beauty Rare Shame The Blushing Roses, They Are Passing Fair! Wear The Flowers Till They Fade; Happy Be Thy Life, O Maid! O'Er The Season Vernal, Time May Cast A Shade; Sunshine, If Eternal, Makes The Roses Fade: Time May Do His Duty; Let The Thief Alone - Winter Hath A Beauty That Is All His Own. Fairest Days Are Sun And Shade: Happy Be Thy Life, O Maid!