The leaf that ripens only in the sun
Is dull and shrivelled ere its race is run.
The leaf that makes a carnival of death
Must tremble first before the north wind's breath.
The life that neither grief nor burden knows
Is dwarfed in sympathy before its close.
The life that grows majestic with the years
Must taste the bitter tonic found in tears.
Perfection
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Poem topics: breath, death, grief, sun, sympathy, wind, bitter, taste, majestic, life, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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