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New Year Poetry
And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled long Time's winged blast My fluttering rose of youth is borne away: Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May, A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast, I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast, And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey.
Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain - Mathilde Blind
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