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… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
