Thy Leaf Has Perish'd In The Green, And While We Breathe Beneath The Sun, The World, Which Credits What Is Done, Is Cold To All That Might Have Been.

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Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,
And while we breathe beneath the sun,
The world, which credits what is done,
Is cold to all that might have been.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- lxxv, Stanza 4

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