From taking in a Summer flower,
Passed her flighty Springy hour
Standing fierce, a colored glower
Powerfully through the sun and shower;
To the wilting, waning coward
Fallen cytoplasmic tower;
Blocks and petals, all the dowery
Gone.
Returning to her Earthly bowels
As vinegar, stinking, wasted, foul.
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