Any sentient being knows <br />The birth and rebirth of a rose – <br />Or, really, any other flower; <br />All unfold in a seeming hour, <br />Then wither! And as the petals fall, <br />Killing what is dearest of all <br />(In flowers) – I remember then <br />In an hour, it will bloom again. <br /> <br />No, I mourn not for a rose, <br />But for they – lacking the repose <br />Of knowing of a safer soul – <br />Who let their minds’ tenets lull, <br />Or never treasured any at all! <br />I envy not what miseries befall <br />When fools take sloth for firm control, <br />For what is lost is lost in whole.<br /><br />Adam Fuller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-what-is-lost/
