It’s Delicate

What there has risenlike despair is naught;fair as a life; nascent,and ne’er distraught!What there has risenlike time is naught on momentshas a sway,like in moments stilledit livesan eternal day.It is but a floweralbeit for a day;in the wakes of twilight,like a scarlet ray,into the grand eveit will fade away.

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