The last gift

Love to his singer held a glistening leaf, And said: ‘The rose-tree and the apple-tree Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee; And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf Of the great harvest-marshal, the year’s chief, Victorious Summer; aye, and ’neath warm sea Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.

All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang; But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang From those worse things the wind is moaning of. Only this laurel dreads no winter days: Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.’

~D.G.Rossetti

As summer fades to autumn yet once again .....

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