blossams

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 ahlf's delight,

And so to bid good night?

T'was pity nature brought ye forth

merely to show your worth

And lost 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.