“In spring's own country, where the gardens blow,
You faded, tender rose! For hours now past,
Like butterflies departing, on you're cast
The worms of memories to work you woe.”

—  Adam Mickiewicz

"The Grave of the Countess Potocki" http://daisy.htmlplanet.com/amick.htm
Crimean Sonnets

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