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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 41

"The Ephemerae\"

In black and yellow are clad

The wings of the ephemerae;

But my heart is sad, is sad,

Because they will not stay with me.

Many colours adorn

The robes of the ephemerae;

But my heart's forlorn, forlorn,

Because they will not rest with me.

In robes of hempen snow

Rise the ephemerae;

But my heart is full of woe

Because they will not bide with me.