Friday, March 04, 2016

Buds And Babies

Buds And Babies by Christina Georgina Rossetti 

A million buds are born that never blow, 
That sweet with promise lift a pretty head 
To blush and wither on a barren bed 
And leave no fruit to show. 

Sweet, unfulfilled. Yet have I understood 
One joy, by their fragility made plain: 
Nothing was ever beautiful in vain, 
Or all in vain was good.

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