LIFE, like an overweighted shaken rose, <br />Falls, in a cloud of colour, to my feet; <br />Its petals strew my first November snows, <br />Too soon, too fleet! <br /> <br />'Twas my own breath had blown the leaves apart, <br />My own hot eyelids stirred them where they lay; <br />It was the tumult of my own bright heart <br />Broke them away.<br /><br />Edmund William Gosse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fallen-rose-3/
