
Of Roses
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.


Of Roses
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.


Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. — Confucius

Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. — Rabindranath Tagore

“To love beauty is to see light.” — Victor Hugo
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson