James Gates Percival Quotes
Roses bloom, and then they wither;Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;Shapes of light are wafted hither,Then, like visions, hurry
Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by. (James Gates Percival)
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then, like visions, hurry by. (James Gates Percival)