Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1751/An October Garden

AN OCTOBER GARDEN.

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 tho' least and last of all,
A rose to me tho' at the fall.

Athenæum.Christina G. Rossetti.