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WASTE

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No rose but fades: no glory but must pass:

No hue but dims: no precious silk but frets.

Her beauty must go underneath the grass,

Under the long roots of the violets.

O, many glowing beauties Time has hid

In that dark, blotting box the villain sends.

He covers over with a coffin-lid

Mothers and sons, and foes and lovely friends.

Maids that were redly-lipped and comely-skinned,

Friends that deserved a sweeter bed than clay.

All are as blossoms blowing down the wind,

Things the old envious villain sweeps away.

And though the mutterer laughs and church bells toll,

Death brings another April to the soul.

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