WORDS FOR MUSIC.

The autumn wind goes sighing

Through the quivering aspen tree,

The swallows will be flying

Toward their summer sea;

The grapes begin to sweeten

On the trellised vine above,

And on my brows have beaten

The little wings of love.

Oh wind if you should meet her

You will whisper all I sing!

Oh swallow fly to greet her,

And bring me word in spring!