A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

The elm is scatteringits little loavesof sweet smellsfrom a white sky!

I'm a ragged individualist.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

Well, we don't expect him to look pink and wonderful, do we?