but i could have told you...this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you...

"Why dost thou awake me, O breath of spring? Thou dost woo me and say: I cover thee with the dew of Heaven! But the time of my fading is near, near is the storm that will scatter my leaves! Tomorrow the wanderer shall come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come. His eyes will search me in the field around, and will not find me."

I mourn for this free spirit.