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    Desespoir

    by Oscar Wilde
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    The seasons send their ruin as they go,
    For in the spring the narciss shows its head
    Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red,
    And in the autumn purple violets blow,
    And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow;
    Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again
    And this grey land grow green with summer rain
    And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.

    But what of life whose bitter hungry sea
    Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night
    Covers the days which never more return?
    Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
    We lose too soon, and only find delight
    In withered husks of some dead memory.
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