The Death of the Flowers

THE MELANCHOLY days have come the saddest of the year  
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere; 
Heaped in the hollows of the grove the autumn leaves lie dead; 
They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread; 
The robin and the wren are flown and from the shrubs the jay 5 
And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
 

Where are the flowers the fair young flowers that lately sprang and stood 
In brighter light and softer airs a beauteous sisterhood? 
Alas! they all are in their graves the gentle race of flowers 
Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours.
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The rain is falling where they lie but the cold November rain 
Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
 

The wind-flower and the violet they perished long ago  
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; 
But on the hill the goldenrod and the aster in the wood 15 
And the blue sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood  
Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven as falls the plague on men  
And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland glade and glen.
 

And now when comes the calm mild day as still such days will come  
To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; 20 
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard though all the trees are still  
And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill  
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore  
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
 

And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died 25 
The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side.
 
In the cold moist earth we laid her when the forests cast the leaf  
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: 
Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours  
So gentle and so beautiful should perish with the flowers.
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