# The last gift

> As of Nov 5, 2026, The last gift has no recorded sale. The best offer is 0.0001 WETH.

- Page: https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46/73273
- Collection: [MakersPlace](https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46.md)
- Token ID: [73273](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/73273)
- Contract: [0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756) (ERC-721)
- Owner: [0x2f3810b59cc0b1d30325c2845fe58d5a665010e6](https://www.gondi.xyz/0x2f3810b59cc0b1d30325c2845fe58d5a665010e6)
- Image: https://i2c.seadn.io/ethereum/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/b33f857d00e264b74fb368fd25b675/88b33f857d00e264b74fb368fd25b675.jpeg?w=1000

## Description

Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
And said: ‘The rose-tree and the apple-tree
Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee;
And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf
Of the great harvest-marshal, the year’s chief,
Victorious Summer; aye, and ’neath warm sea
Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably
Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.

All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love
To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang;
But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang
From those worse things the wind is moaning of.
Only this laurel dreads no winter days:
Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.’

~D.G.Rossetti

As summer fades to autumn yet once again .....

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Data from GONDI (https://www.gondi.xyz), Nov 5, 2026.