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"Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Save only me
...
There is none left to mourn thee in the fields."

#OTD in 1894. Robert Frost's first poem, "My Butterfly" appears in The New York Independent, which pays him $15.