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That glancing smile, it seems to say "Thou art too fanciful: What matters it what roses fade,   While there are more to cull?"

Ay, I was wrong to ask of thee Such gloomy thoughts as mine: Thou in thy Spring, how shouldst thou dream Of Autumn's pale decline?

Young, lovely, loved,—oh! far from thee Life's after-dearth and doom; Long ere thou learn how memory clings To even faded bloom!