The Flowers
Day after day, At spring's return, I watch my flowers, how they burn Their lives away. The candle crocus And daffodil gold Drink fire of the sunshine-- Quickly cold. And the proud tulip-- How red he glows!-- Is quenched ere summer Can kindle the rose. Purple as the innermost Core of a sinking flame, Deep in the leaves the violets smoulder To the dust whence they came. Day after day At spring's return, I watch my flowers, how they burn Their lives away, Day after day ...
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"Day after day,..."
This evocative piece by Aldous Leonard Huxley, titled "The Flowers", 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...