But a certain bitter aura also hung about the flower; the last in bloom among sere grasses, fallen leaves, and rimy dawns, it stirred thoughts of the decay of the year, of wanings and endings, of decline and death.
But a certain bitter aura also hung about the flower; the last in bloom among sere grasses, fallen leaves, and rimy dawns, it stirred thoughts of the decay of the year, of wanings and endings, of decline and death.