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WHAT THOUGH THE GREEN LEAF GROW? by MAYBURY FLEMING

Last Line: WHAT THOUGH THE RED LEAF FALL?
WHAT though the green leaf grow?
'T will last a month and day;
In all sweet flowers that blow
Lurks Death, his slave Decay.

But if my lady smile
There is no Death at all;
The world is fair the while, --
What though the red leaf fall?



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