This is the lesson I have learned of Beauty:
Who gathers flowers finds that flowers fade:
Who sets love in his heart above his duty
Misses the part for which that love was made.
Than passion, haply, there is nothing madder:
Who plucks its red rose plucks with it a thorn:
More than soul's pain what hurt can make us sadder?
And yet of this immortal things are born.
The Lesson
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: beauty, heart, pain, passion, red, rose, soul, duty, lesson, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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