Colorless, scentless, faded, melancholy,
A score of years you've missed warm sun, sweet air,
Yet happier you than those so gay and jolly
In the parterre.
Useless they bloom, and useless will they wither,
Little the better for their short-lived glory.
Well might they envy that which brought you hither, -
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