The Rose That Lives Its Little Hour.

Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

- William Cullen Bryant 'A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson'

Many keep plastic flowers because it last forever
But I would rather mourn the withered rose
That gave love its hour.

- Ghostwise

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The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose.

- Francis Thompson (1859-1907), British poet.

The scent is bitter because the scent was sweet.

- Ghostwise