Classic Poem

I sent her a fortnight ago
A lily, a rose and a song;
Three fair little symbols to show
That Love had forgiven the wrong.
And I said to the flowers, " Be fair , "
And I said to the song, " Be my voice " ;
And I took and I placed them with care
In a book that had made her rejoice.

To-day she returned them to me
Unanswered, untouched and untried —
And I wept, when I found them, to see
My three little tokens had died.
Voiceless they died in the dark,
The flowers for lack of a tongue;
But the song had the soul of a lark —
And the song had not even been sung.