Buds And Babies

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Title:     Buds And Babies
Author: Christina Georgina Rossetti [More Titles by Rossetti]

A million buds are born that never blow,
That sweet with promise lift a pretty head
To blush and wither on a barren bed
And leave no fruit to show.

Sweet, unfulfilled. Yet have I understood
One joy, by their fragility made plain:
Nothing was ever beautiful in vain,
Or all in vain was good.

[The end]
Christina Georgina Rossetti's poem: Buds And Babies

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