“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.” ChildrenHandsLostFlowerSummerSilentPaleArrowsFrostFading Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.” HumansDesireGrowsFlowerBearsOdor Book:Songs of Summer Source: Songs of Summer
