To Blossoms - Jacaszek

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

Why do ye fall so fast?

Your date is not so past

But you may stay yet here awhile

To blush and gently smile

And go at last

What!

were ye born to be

An hour or half’s delight

And so to bid good-night?

'T is pity Nature brought ye forth

Merely to show your worth

And lose you quite

But you are lovely leaves, where we

May read how soon things have

Their end, though ne’er so brave;

And after they have shown their pride

Like you awhile, they glide

Into the grave