IN my Autumn garden I was fain To mourn among my scattered roses; Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses To Autumn's languid sun and rain When all the world is on the wane! Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June, Nor heard the nightingale in tune. Broad-faced asters by my garden walk, You are but coarse compared with roses: More choice, more dear that rose-bud which uncloses, Faint-scented, pinched, upon its stalk, That least and last which cold winds balk; A rose it is though least and last of all, A rose to me though at the fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD |