I gaze into the sunset,
As it gazes into me.
And what does it see,
As I see in it?
It's beauty is unsurpassable, unreplicable, and everlasting.
And as it was, and ever shall be, we are always contrasting.
Alas, I am only that common dendelion -
Below the sunsets beauty and notice -
Irrelevent to her eye.
My leaves are a tanglement of thorns -
Torn and mended only by time.
My petals are only tiny things -
Disheveled and amiss.
Alas! I as well have nothing on the gracefulness -
Of the clouds that frolick with the sunset!
Thou fair movements put ...