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It dwindled slowly, leaf by leaf;
  Just like a rose
Whose full-blown petals seek the sod
  Was each day's close
    On this old calendar.

And now—the end. And there is left
  For witness brief,
The painted scroll and silken band
  That held the sheaf
    On this old calendar.

But somewhere, sometime we will find
  The gathered leaves
Bound in a record of our lives—
  The chaff and sheaves
    On this old calendar.

THE COMING AND THE GOING

WITH spendthrift gold of daffodils,
    With red of a rose,
With purple pomp of shadows where
    The lilac grows—

With kingly scarlet in the hedge
    Where sumacs burn,
With gray of ashes scattered far
    From Time's inverted urn—

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