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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
G. Sewell
CLXIII. The Dying Man in His Garden
WHY, Damon, with the forward day 
Dost thou thy little spot survey, 
From tree to tree, with doubtful cheer, 
Pursue the progress of the year, 
What winds arise, what rains descend,         5
When thou before that year shalt end? 
What do thy noontide walks avail, 
To clear the leaf, and pick the snail, 
Then wantonly to death decree 
An insect usefuller than thee?  10
Thou and the worm are brother-kind, 
As low, as earthy, and as blind. 
Vain wretch! canst thou expect to see 
The downy peach make court to thee? 
Or that thy sense shall ever meet  15
The bean-flower's deep-embosom'd sweet 
Exhaling with an evening blast? 
Thy evenings then will all be past! 
Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green 
(For vanity's in little seen),  20
All must be left when Death appears, 
In spite of wishes, groans, and tears; 
Nor one of all thy plants that grow 
But rosemary will with thee go. 

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