Summer is gone with all its roses, <br />Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers, <br />Its warm air and refreshing showers: <br />And even Autumn closes. <br /> <br /> <br />Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going, <br />And winter comes which is yet colder; <br />Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder, <br />And the last buds cease blowing.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-for-sweet/
