“O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.”

“'T is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.”

“He was a cut flower in a vase; fair to see, yet bound to die, and to die…”

“A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.”

“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root,…”

“Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little…”