...But as the purple and the crimson go,
The mountains brighten as Sun flings below
His blossoms: last remembrance on the hills
From the far sunfields where such flowers grow.
He leaves their rose and purple blooming still,
Not knowing–does he know how swiftly they
Will wilt, how fast their wondrous beauty fades away?
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