Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,

   When all the leaves are gold;

Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out

   The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,

   Captain in cosmic wars,

Our Titan, even the weeds would show

   Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street

   Seems any human nod,

Where shift in strange democracy

   The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower

   Hidden in wood or wold,

But I am come to autumn,

   When all the leaves are gold.