Whence comes man at his birth? or where does death lead him? Whom do you mourn? Whose steps wake your delight? Dewy hibiscus dries: though dew outlast the petals. BASIL BUNTING Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related ThreehundredtwentysixThreehundredtwentyeight