Oh my love
as I fade to heath
I bid thee bud no grief.
As Spring's sweet leaf
is so thieved,
let me leave
in beauty.
Watch me change autumnally.
Once I cease my crumbling
and my atoms pause their shuffling,
look for bees a'bumbling
about my daisies blossoming—
and know that though I'll wilt
returning to the hills,
I'll remain there still
maybe as the daffodils.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
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