<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perfection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS rose, to which each dawn anew<br>Come bees to fill their honey-sacks,<br>Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue,<br>Perfection lacks.<br>To gain it were to crown one's toil<br>And set the very world astir:<br>Blow, Rose, make most of sap and soil,<br>Strive, Gardener!<br>Though Youth may dwell some honeyed years<br>In Arcady, most true is this —<br>There is no joy unmixed with tears,<br>No perfect bliss.<br>Though Love, on high adventure set,<br>Complete achievement may not know —<br>Reach out your white arms, Juliet!<br>Climb, Romeo!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509149" data-title="Perfection de Roderic Quinn" data-description="THIS rose, to which each dawn anew Come bees to fill their honey-sacks, Though sweet in shape, and scent, and hue, Perfection lacks. To gain it were to crown one's toil And set the very world astir: Blow, Rose, make most of sap and soil, Strive, G..."></div> </div> </div>

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