In my Autumn garden I was fain <br />To mourn among my scattered roses; <br />Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses <br />To Autumn's languid sun and rain <br />When all the world is on the wane! <br />Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June, <br />Nor heard the nightingale in tune. <br /> <br /> <br />Broad-faced asters by my garden walk, <br />You are but coarse compared with roses: <br />More choice, more dear that rosebud which uncloses <br />Faint-scented, pinched, upon its stalk, <br />That least and last which cold winds balk; <br />A rose it is though least and last of all, <br />A rose to me though at the fall.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-october-garden/
