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When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.

’Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.

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I live in the wonderful City of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
I love the arts and I am very passionate about Photography, Digital Art and Painting. I love life and everything to do with nature. I’m inspired by nature and I love to capture the essence of nature in my work. I grew up with my father teaching me about painting and photography. He opened my eyes and heart to the world of art and I cherish him for that.

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  • scottimages
    scottimagesalmost 5 years ago

    gorgeous….. so romantic & nostalgic ….

  • Thanks so much Rosemary! :)

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