The Year’s Sheddings by George Meredith

The varied colours are a fitful heap:
They pass in constant service though they sleep;
The self gone out of them, therewith the pain:
Read that, who still to spell our earth remain.

See also  Psalm 13:1. L. M. [How Long, Lord, Shall I Complain] by Isaac Watts
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