The Autumn Nosegay.
Reading edition
Now the fog has risen high,
Through the chilly morning air;
And the blue and cheerful sky
Peeps upon us, here and there:
Once again we’ll gather, sweet,
Ev’ry pretty flow’r we meet.
Ah! the yellow leaves are now
Over all the garden spread,
Scatter’d from the naked bough
On the lonely flower-bed;
Where the autumn daisy blue,
Opens, wet with chilly dew.
Lavender, of darksome green,
Shows its purple blossoms near;
And the golden rod is seen,
Shooting up his yellow spear;
These are all that we can find,
In our posy gay to bind.