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Summer is gone with all its roses,
Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
Its warm air and refreshing showers:
And even Autumn closes.
Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,
And winter comes which is yet colder;
Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder,
And the last buds cease blowing.
– Christina Rosetti
Latine redditum:
Praeteriit pariter cum sole et odoribus aestas;
undique flos cecidit, deperiere rosae.
iam Zephyrus posuit: cessat genitabilis imber;
Autumnus summos iam legit ipse dies;
summos iam legit ipse dies gelidusque recedit,
brumaque frigidior frigidiorque uenit:
quotquot eunt soles Boreas audacior instat
ultimaque amisso gemma rubore dolet.