Day after day, <br /> At spring's return, <br /> I watch my flowers, how they burn <br /> Their lives away. <br /> <br /> The candle crocus <br /> And daffodil gold <br /> Drink fire of the sunshine- <br /> Quickly cold. <br /> <br /> And the proud tulip- <br /> How red he glows!- <br /> Is quenched ere summer <br /> Can kindle the rose. <br /> <br /> Purple as the innermost <br /> Core of a sinking flame, <br /> Deep in the leaves the violets smoulder <br /> To the dust whence they came. <br /> <br /> Day after day <br /> At spring's return, <br /> I watch my flowers, how they burn <br /> Their lives away, <br /> Day after day ...<br /><br />Aldous Huxley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flowers-11/
