AUTUMN SONG

“Will you not walk the woods with me?

The shafts of sunlight burn

On many a golden-crested tree

And many a russet fern.

The Summer’ s robe is dyed anew,

And Autumn’ s veil of mist

Is gemmed with little pearls of dew

Where first we met and kissed.”

“I will not walk the woodlands brown

Where ghosts and mists are blown,

But I will walk the lonely down

And I will walk alone.

Where Night spreads out her mighty wing

And dead days keep their tryst,

There will I weep the woods of Spring

Where first we met and kissed.”