'' Comes next 

 Bi'own Autumn in her turn. 



Oh ! not unwelcome cometh she ; 



The parched earth luxuriously 

 Drinks from her dewy urn. 



And she hath flowers and fragrance too. 



Peculiarly her own ; 

 Asters of every hue — perfume 

 Spiced rich with clematis and broom, 



And mignonette late blown." 



Mrs South ey, 



