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Cease , foolish rosebud, cease unfolding
So fast thy bosom's guarded sweetness!
Thy charm was a most rich withholding;
Thy beauty, a perfect incompleteness.

Ah, by thy youth to-day enchanted,
I must endure a honied sorrow,
Finding thy lovely self supplanted
By thy yet lovelier self to-morrow.
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