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!
Ah, Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
Would not see shatter it to bits and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
– Edward Fitzerald
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Much love and gratitude