Poems (Follen)/To a beautiful Girl

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TO A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
Sweet flower, so young, so fresh, so fair, Bright pleasure sparkling in thine eye; Alas! e'en thee, time will not spare,      For thou must die.
That heart, with youthful hope so gay, That scarcely ever breathed a sigh, Must weep o'er pleasures fled away;       For all must die.
But, though the rosy cheek may fade, The virtuous wish, the purpose high, The bloom with which thy soul 's arrayed,       Shall never die.
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