The Song Of The Chrysanthemum

 

 

 

 At last I have come to my throne.

No more, despised and unknown,

In gardens forlorn

My blossoms are born; 

 

The Four Seasons
Autumn
Cesare Saccaggi
(1868-1934)
Italian painter

No more in some corner obscure

Do I drearily, sadly endure

The withering blight

Of neglect and slight;

Oh, long have I waited and late,

For this fair and slow-coming fate,

Which the years have foretold

As they sighingly rolled.

Oh, long have I waited and lone;

But at last, on my blossomy throne,

The world doth declare

I am fairest of fair.

And the queen of autumn I reign,

With a sway that none may disdain,-

I, once who did stand,

Despised in the land.

 

"Queen of Autumn"
Violet Chrysanthemums In Bloom
Image courtesy/Pinterest
 

 

"The Song of The Chrysanthemum"
(1891)
Nora Perry
(1831-1896)
American poetess, writer,
and newspaper correspondent