Autumn Chant By: Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Autumn ChantBy Edna St. Vincent Millay

• Now the autumn shuddersIn the rose's root,Far
  and wide the laddersLean among the fruit. Now
  the autumn clambersUp the trellised frameAnd
  the rose remembersThe dust from which it came.
• Brighter than the blossomOn the rose's
  boughSits the wizened, orange,Bitter berry now
  
• Beauty never slumbersAll is in her nameBut
  the rose remembersThe dust from which it came.