The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasures.
unsunn'd, heaps, treasures
October turned my maple's leaves to gold; the most are gone now. Here and there one lingers, soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold, like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
October, turned, leaves, gold, most, gone, now, Here, there
To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth, A miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!
Prodigal's, worse, truth, our
To be a Prodigal's favourite, then worse truth, A miser's Pensioner, behold our lot!
Prodigal's, favourite, then, worse, truth, behold, our