IN AUTUMN.FRAIL autumn lights upon the leavesBeacon the ending of the year.The windy rains are here,Wet nights and blowing winds about the eaves.Here in the valley, mists beginTo breathe about the river sideThe breath of autumn-tide.The dark fields wait to take the harvest in.And you, and you are far away.Ah, this it is, and not the rainNow loud against the pane,That takes the light and colour from the day!
FRAIL autumn lights upon the leavesBeacon the ending of the year.The windy rains are here,Wet nights and blowing winds about the eaves.
Here in the valley, mists beginTo breathe about the river sideThe breath of autumn-tide.The dark fields wait to take the harvest in.
And you, and you are far away.Ah, this it is, and not the rainNow loud against the pane,That takes the light and colour from the day!