Adam Fuller - For What is Lost

Any sentient being knows
The birth and rebirth of a rose –
Or, really, any other flower;
All unfold in a seeming hour,
Then wither! And as the petals fall,
Killing what is dearest of all
(In flowers) – I remember then
In an hour, it will bloom again.

No, I mourn not for a rose,
But for they – lacking the repose
Of knowing of a safer soul –
Who let their minds’ tenets lull,
Or never treasured any at all!
I envy not what miseries befall
When fools take sloth for firm control,
For what is lost is lost in whole.

Adam Fuller

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