“Passing thus with time away,
The sweet gifts of youth decay;
Fleet their blooms, thus one by one,
Till their very form is gone;
Memory left but to declare
How beautiful and sweet they were!
In the first blue noon of Spring,
Who can think on withering?”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(25th December 1824) Faded Flowers
The London Literary Gazette, 1824

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