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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!

The Nightingale that in the Branches sang

Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?

(LXXII, the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám)