Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Autumn Chant”

Autumn Chant

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now the autumn shudders
In the rose’s root.
Far and wide the ladders
      Lean among the fruit.

Now the autumn chambers
Up the trellised frame,
And the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.

Brighter than the blossom
On the rose’s bough
Sits the wizened, orange,
Bitter berry now;

Beauty never slumbers;
All is in her name.
But the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.

Edna St. Vincent Millay was a American poet and playwright who received the Pulitzer Prize in 1923.

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