Poems (Jordan)/Early Fall
EARLY FALL
Sweet Summer spent her latest days, while here, In making rare designs for Autumn's dress;Today, in conscious grief around her bier, Doth Autumn moan aloud in dire distress!Her chilly fingers with the sunbeams play Unconsciously, as they lay in her lap,While, ever and anon, the tear-drops stray Adown her cheek for the earth to entrap.