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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
R. Herrick
CIX. To Blossoms
FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, 
    Why do ye fall so fast? 
    Your date is not so past 
But you may stay yet here awhile 
    To blush and gently smile,         5
        And go at last. 
What! were ye born to be 
    An hour or half's delight, 
    And so to bid good-night? 
'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth  10
    Merely to show your worth, 
        And lose you quite. 
But you are lovely leaves, where we 
    May read how soon things have 
    Their end, though ne'er so brave:  15
And after they have shown their pride 
    Like you, awhile, they glide 
        Into the grave. 

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