The Faded Rose...Friday ShootOut & Macro Flowers Saturday

When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.

'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.

July 17, 2010 Theme
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