From The Chinese Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon
From The Chinese
A flower, or the ghost of a flower!
Mist, or the soul of it, felt
In the secret night's mid hour,
Lost on the morning air!
Who shall recover it,--beauty born to melt
As the apparition of blossom brief and shy,
As the cloud in the sky that vanishes, who knows where?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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