Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands

Quote byRichard Henry Stoddard · 1825–1903

Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Early Poems (1852), "Ode", p. 18..

English (original)

Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early frost.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

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