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All perfect things are saddening in effect. / The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, / The matchless tinting on the royal rose / Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is flecked, / Love's supreme moment, when the soul unchecked / Soars high as heaven, and its best rapture knows -- / These hold a deeper pathos than our woes, / Since they leave nothing better to expect.
Resistless change, when powerless to improve, / Can only mar. The gold will pale to gray; / Nothing remains tomorrow as to-day; / The lose will not seem quite so fait, and love / Must find its measures of delight made less. / Ah, how imperfect is all Perfectness!