Classic Poem

Now every day the bracken browner grows,
——Even the purple stars
——Of clematis, that shone about the bars,
Grow browner; and the little autumn rose
——Dons, for her rosy gown,
——Sad weeds of brown.

Now falls the eve; and ere the morning sun,
——Many a flower her sweet life will have lost,
——Slain by the bitter frost,
Who slays the butterflies also, one by one;
——The tiny beasts
——That go about their business and their feasts.