To Charity S.
A year ago today you recited this poem to me, and I'm so happy you did. I love this poem and am glad to share it with others now as you did to me. Thank you.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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