Song From the Wandering Jew

See yon opening flower Spreads its fragrance to the blast; It fades within an hour, Its decay is pale--is fast. Paler is yon maiden; Faster is her heart's decay; Deep with sorrow laden, She sinks in death away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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