Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn

FAREWEL gay Summer! now the changing wind

That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;

It fades the roses which thy temples bind,

And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.

Now flies with thee the walk at eventide,

That favouring hour to rapt enthusiasts dear;

When most they love to seek the mountain side,

And mark the pomp of twilight hastening near.

Then fairy forms around the poet throng,

On every cloud a glowing charm he sees....

Sweet Evening, these delights to thee belong:....

But now, alas! comes Autumn's chilling breeze,

And early Night, attendant on its sway,

Bears in her envious veil sweet Fancy's hour away.