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Thy breathing of perfume, 
And traced on every silken leaf 
A tale of summer, sweet and brief, 
And sudden as thy doom. 
The morning sun thy petals hailed. 
New from their mossy cell; 
At eve his beam, in sorrow veiled. 
Bade thee a last farewell; 
To-morrow’s ray shall mark the spot 
Where, loosened from their fairy knot. 
Thy withering beauties fell. 
Alas ! on thy forsaken stem 
My heart shall long recline. 
And mourn the transitory gem, 
And make the story mine ! 
So on my joyless winter hour 
Has oped some fair and fragrant flower, 
With smile as soft as thine. 
Like thee the vision came, and went. 
Like thee it bloomed and fell, 
In momentary pity sent 
Of fairer climes to tell; 
So frail its form, so short its stay, 
That nought the lingering heart could say. 
But hail, and fare thee well! 
R 2 
