The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose.
Daisy (1893), st. 10.
26. Daisy. Francis Thompson. Modern British Poetry[bartleby.com]
The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose.
Daisy (1893), st. 10.
26. Daisy. Francis Thompson. Modern British Poetry[bartleby.com]
