Autumn Chant by 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 clambers 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, Biter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came