Part 6

Flowers are earth’s resurrection, yet the rocks, Ere raised in blossoms, first shall fall to dust. Take comfort, then, O brother, when life mocks Thine aspirations, as perforce life must.

VIII.

Man loves the ideal and not the maid; Her he but garlands with hopes and dreams, And worships, not her in those wreaths arrayed, But the vision of fancy that then she seems.

FOOTNOTE:

[A] Pronounced Mohavy.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Snowflake and Other Poems, by Arthur Weir