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"Where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?"--Rubàiyat.
A red rose burns upon his breast / Where erst a white rose lay;
Above his fervent heart-throb pressed-- / The red rose of To-day.
What recks he of the flower that dies-- / (For roses bloom alway!)
Low in the dust, forgotten, lies / The rose of Yesterday.
But yet, To-day's red rose must die, / (For roses fade alway!)
To-morrow crushed, forgot, 'twill lie-- / A rose of Yesterday.