Corn Marigold of golden hue.
The fond Convolvulus still clings,
The Honeysuckle spreads his wings:
The Hollyhock his standard high,
Rears proudly to the autumn sky:
The blazing Sunflower, black and bold,
Burns yet to win the sunset’s gold,
That, reddening on the Triton’s spear
Foretells the waning of the year:
When Lilies, turned to Tigers, blaze