The Flower of Sorrow
Summer comes and summer goes,
But all months of all years
There is falling of tears;
Summer comes and summer goes,
All hours are grief's, and the sower sows:
To-day and to-morrow
The Flower of Sorrow
Buds and blows.
poem by John Vance Cheney from Century Magazine, Volume 47, Issue 5 (1894)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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