|photo by ana traina|
Thy every leaf - to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?
Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power -
Was it, frail bloom, worth while?
And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so brief.
The sun! - why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning light!"