Autumn Flowers

O crimson-tined flowers
  That live when others die,
What thoughtless hand unloving
  Could ever pass you by?
You are the last bright blossoms,
  The summer's after-glow,
When all her early children
  Have faded long ago.
Sweet golden-rod and xenia
  And crimson marigold,
What dreams of autumn splendor
  Your velvet leaves unfold.
Long, long ago the violets
  Have closed their sweet blue eyes,
And lain with pale, dead faces
  Beneath the summer skies.
And on their graves you blossom
  With leaves of gold and red,
And yet—how soon forever
  Your beauty will be fled.
The frost will come to kill you
  The snows will wrap you round;
And you will sleep forgotten
  Upon the frozen ground.
Your tints are like the beauty
  The sunlight leaves behind,
And deep and full of sadness
  The thoughts you bring to mind.
Dear memories of the summer!
  Sweet tokens of the past!
You are the fairest flowers
  Because you are the last.

Form: Ballad

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