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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 rosebud 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.