“A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.” KnowsMenSummerBreathsRoseBlowGrievingAutumnWeedFall AutumnSwaying Author:John Vance Cheney
“Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.” HandsOpportunityHoursNiceMinesFlowerOccasionsWeed Author:John Vance Cheney