Poems (Pizey)/Autumn
For works with similar titles, see Autumn.
AUTUMN.
Borne on the winds the leaves descend, Depriv'd of beauty, to the ground,For yellow autumn with her wand Has tinted ev'ry tree around.
See, yonder is the blighted rose, Bereft of all its glowing hue,And there the simple Jasmin stands, Stript of its fragrant blossoms too.
There 's the beauteous Woodbine drooping, For all its vivid hues are gone;Yon tall Hollyhock is stooping, As if 'twere mourning glories flown.
Here the lovely gay Carnation Withering, lies upon the ground,No more balmy sweets diffusing To the zephyrs hovering round.
How dreary is the scene become, Lately beauteous, bright, and blooming;Sweet smiling Summer now is gone; Autumn tells that Winter 's coming:
But then will lovely Spring appear, And bring new life to all again;And Summer's sun shall dry the tear That Autumn wept when Winter came