Rose and Root
A FABLE OF TWO LIVES
The Rose aloft in sunny air,
Beloved alike by bird and bee,
Takes for the dark Root little care
That toils below it ceaselessly.
I put my question to the flower:
" Pride of the Summer, garden queen,
Why livest thou thy little hour? "
And the Rose answered, " I am seen. "
I put my question to the Root.
" I mine the earth content, " it said,
" A hidden miner underfoot:
I know a Rose is overhead. "
The Rose aloft in sunny air,
Beloved alike by bird and bee,
Takes for the dark Root little care
That toils below it ceaselessly.
I put my question to the flower:
" Pride of the Summer, garden queen,
Why livest thou thy little hour? "
And the Rose answered, " I am seen. "
I put my question to the Root.
" I mine the earth content, " it said,
" A hidden miner underfoot:
I know a Rose is overhead. "
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