When the Rose is Faded
by Walter de la Mare
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.
‘Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
Co-Owner/Designer/Cultivator of MaryJane Clothing. 1970’s baby, Cali grown lady. Belle on the beach, bunny in the snow. Fast lane, fast cars. Been there, done that. Got the bounce to the ounce, spittin Strictly Business lyrics. I beez the sweetest of the cream, the brightest of the beam, the best in the West, hella irie honey...one love and stay blessed. So if you don’t know...now you know!
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