The garden is growth and change that means
loss as well as constant new treasures to
make up for a few disasters. ~May Sarton
And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its moonlight coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
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