The fairest things have fleetest end
Their scent survives their close
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose!.
She left me marveling why my soul
Was sad that she was glad
At all the sadness in the sweet,
The sweetness in the sad!.
She went her unrememb'ring way
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone
And partings yet to be!.Www@QuestionHome@Com