... That thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling of a star.
Quotes by Francis Thompson
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain And perish in our own.
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.

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