Perfection
The leaf that ripens only in the sun Is dull and shrivelled ere its race is run. The leaf that makes a carnival of death Must tremble first before the north wind's breath. The life that neither grief nor burden knows Is dwarfed in sympathy before its close. The life that grows majestic with the years Must taste the bitter tonic found in tears.
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"The leaf that ripens only in the sun..."
This evocative piece by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, titled "Perfection", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...