In My Autumn Garden
Garden Poem of the Day
An October Garden
By Christina Rossetti
In my Autumn garden I was frain
To mourn among 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 though least and last of all,
A rose to me though at fall.
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"A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion."
— Liberty Hyde Bailey
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