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RE INFECTÂ.
ONE thing I do regret and only one;By token that I feel I'm drawing nigh
The ending of my day and soon must die,
My harvest yet unreaped, my work undone,
The riches of my soul revealed to none:
For poetry like plants is, that deny
To flower their best beneath a frowning sky,
Without their portion due of soil and sun.
So, like Kheyyám, with heart fulfilled I go
Of vain regrets, for that the seed and germ
Of many a fair conceit in me I know,
Which, had Fate smiled and folk been less purblind,
With bloom and fruit had gladdened humankind,
But now must be the portion of the worm.
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