See yon opening flower <br />Spreads its fragrance to the blast; <br />It fades within an hour, <br />Its decay is pale--is fast. <br />Paler is yon maiden; <br />Faster is her heart's decay; <br />Deep with sorrow laden, <br />She sinks in death away.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-the-wandering-jew/
