William Soutar

He Who Weeps For Beauty Gone

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He who weeps for beauty gone
Hangs about his neck a stone.

He who mourns for his lost youth
Daily digs a grave for truth.

He who prays for happy hours
Tramples upon earthy flowers.

He who asks an oath from love
Doth thereby his folly prove.

Mourn not overmuch, nor stress
After love or happiness.

He who weeps for beauty gone
Stoops to pluck a flower of stone.

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