Of Transient Beauty
ROSE-FLOWER and flower of grass and flower of flame
Drift to the Beauty whence their beauty came;
Fainter are they, more brief, than this June wind,
Yet for the impalpable grace they leave behind
The years may fashion an immortal name.
Drift to the Beauty whence their beauty came;
Fainter are they, more brief, than this June wind,
Yet for the impalpable grace they leave behind
The years may fashion an immortal name.
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