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 And even the light of the sun will fade at the last,

And the leaves will fall, and the birds will hasten away,

And I will be left in the snow of a flowerless day

To think on the glories of Spring, and the joys of a youth long past.

Yet be silent, my heart! do not count it a profitless thing

To have seen the splendour of the sun, and of grass, and of flower!

To have lived and loved! for I hold that to love for an hour

Is better for man and for woman than cycles of blossoming Spring. 104