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Forgot the green of summer,
 The buds of early spring,
And gave the latest comer
 My false heart's offering.

O painted autumn roses!
 O dying autumn leaves!
Your beauty fades and closes,
 That gaudy hue deceives:
Like clouds that gather golden
 Around the setting sun,
Your glories are beholden
 Just ere the day is done.

Or, like th' electric flushes
 That fire Canadian skies,
Your bright and changeful blushes
 In gold and crimson rise.
But health has long departed
 From all that hectic glare;