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/ I. The last rose falls, wrecked of the wind and rain; / Where once it bloomed the thorns alone remain: / Dead in the wet the slow rain strews the rose. / The day was dim; now eve comes on again, / Grave as a life weighed down by many woes, -- / So is the joy dead, and alive the pain.
/ The brown leaf flutters where the green leaf died; / Bare are the boughs, and bleak the forest side: / The wind is whirling with the last wild leaf. / The eve was strange; now dusk comes weird and wide, / Gaunt as a life that lives alone with grief, -- / So doth the hope go and despair abide.