From the Italian by William Wetmore Story IN facile natures fancies quickly grow, But such quick fancies have but little root. Soon the narcissus flowers and dies, but slow The tree whose blossoms shall mature to fruit. Grace is a moment’s happy feeling, Power A life’s slow growth; and we for many an hour Must strain and toil, and wait and weep, if we The perfect fruit of all we are would see.
Collection:
1472
Sub Title:
Poems of Sentiment: II. Life