…Look! what a lovely posy we have made
From the wild garden of the waning year.
So when, dear love, your summer is decayed,
Beauty more touching than is clustered here
Will linger in your life, and I shall cling
Closely as now, nor ask if it be Spring
Sunday Sayings: Title and some lines of poetry from Alfred Austin’s “An Answer” alongside this photo of a clematis seedhead from my garden
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