Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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X. AUTUMN FLOWERS.
The flowers of Spring, they come in sweet succession,Snowdrop and crocus, and mezereon, thick
Studded with blossom upon leafless stick,
And the young ivy, ceaseless in progression;
They triumph in their hour of brief possession.
Then Summer comes, with her voluptuous rose,
And sweet carnation in half-blown repose;
The plant where pious maids discern the passion,
The death by which we live. But I was born
When the good year was like a man of fifty,
When the wild crabtree show'd a naked thorn,
And tall brown fern disguised the red deer's horn;
Like meats upon a board, august and thrifty,
Large flowers blaze out at intervals forlorn.
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