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The seasons send their ruin as they go, / For in the spring the narciss shows its head / Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, / And in the autumn purple violets blow, / And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow;
Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again / And this grey land grow green with summer rain / And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.
But what of life whose bitter hungry sea / Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night / Covers the days which never more return?
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn / We lose too soon, and only find delight / In withered husks of some dead memory.