William Vincent Wallace - There is a flower that bloometh - текст песни (слова)

There is a flower that bloometh
 When autumn leaves are shed;
 With the silent moon it weepeth
 The spring and summer fled.
 The early frost of winter
 Scarce its brow had over cast:
 Oh pluck it ere it wither,
 'Tis the mem'ry of the past.
 
 It wafteth perfumes o'er us
 Which few can e'er forget,
 Of the bright scenes gone before us
 Of sweet tho' sad regret!
 Let no heart brave its power.
 By guilty thoughts o'ercast
 For then a poisoned flower
 Is the mem'ry of the past.