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All in vain Ye seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore; The flower once opened may not bud again, The fruit once fallen finds the stem no more. Child, lover, sire, yea, all things loved below, Fair pictures damasked on a vapor's fold, Fade like the roseate flush, the golden glow, When the bright curtain of the day is rolled. I was the babe that slumbered on thy breast.

Oliver Wendell Holmes - The Poet at the Breakfast-Table

All in vain Ye seek your lost ones in the shapes they wore; The flower once opened may not bud again, The fruit once fallen finds the stem no more. Child, lover, sire, yea, all things loved below, Fair pictures damasked on a vapor's fold, Fade like the roseate flush, the golden glow, When the bright curtain of the day is rolled. I was the babe that slumbered on thy breast.

Oliver Wendell Holmes - Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works