Autumn Chant by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

Now the autumn shudders / In the rose's root.

Far and wide the ladders / Lean among the fruit.

Now the autumn clambers / Up the trellised frame,

And the rose remembers / The dust from which it came.

Brighter than the blossom / On the rose's bough

Sits the wizened, orange, / Bitter berry now;

Beauty never slumbers;

/ All is in her name;

But the rose remembers / The dust from which it came.