Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.
The vernal joy my better years have known;
Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns,
And all the joys of life with health have flown.
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And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool,
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.
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RGB: 35 9 13
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RGB: 94 38 40
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RGB: 176 38 42
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RGB: 199 52 47
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RGB: 255 206 78
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
