• “I have outlasted all desire,
    My dreams and I have grown apart;
    My grief alone is left entire,
    The gleamings of an empty heart.

    The storms of ruthless dispensation
    Have struck my flowery garland numb,
    I live in lonely desolation
    And wonder when my end will come.

    Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
    By tardy winter's whistling chill,
    A single leaf which has outlasted
    Its season will be trembling still.”

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