Laurence Binyon.

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MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT

ow lonely is the wood:

No flower now lingers, none! 

The virgin sisterhood

Of roses, all are gone;

Now Autumn sheds her latest leaf;

And in my heart is grief.

Ah me, for all earth rears,

The appointed bound is placed!

After a thousand years

The great oak falls at last:

And thou, more lovely, canst not stay,

Sweet rose, beyond thy day.

Our life is not the life

Of roses and of leaves;

Else wherefore this deep strife,

This pain, our soul conceives?

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