AUTUMN LEAVES.
O! beautiful autumn leaves that vieWith the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky!I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold;O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold!There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true,At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu;But the autumn hath glories, which well may compareWith the beauties of spring—or the soft summer air.O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perishAlone in the forest—with no one to cherish;Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decayAnd turn your bright colors all sombre and gray.But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses,My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses,Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days,Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise.
O! beautiful autumn leaves that vieWith the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky!I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold;O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold!There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true,At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu;But the autumn hath glories, which well may compareWith the beauties of spring—or the soft summer air.O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perishAlone in the forest—with no one to cherish;Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decayAnd turn your bright colors all sombre and gray.But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses,My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses,Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days,Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise.
O! beautiful autumn leaves that vieWith the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky!I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold;O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold!
O! beautiful autumn leaves that vie
With the gorgeous tints of the sunset sky!
I welcome your coming, with pleasure untold;
O, beautiful treasures of crimson and gold!
There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true,At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu;But the autumn hath glories, which well may compareWith the beauties of spring—or the soft summer air.
There’s a sadness steals over my spirit ’tis true,
At the thought that to summer I’ve bidden adieu;
But the autumn hath glories, which well may compare
With the beauties of spring—or the soft summer air.
O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perishAlone in the forest—with no one to cherish;Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decayAnd turn your bright colors all sombre and gray.
O! beautiful leaves, I’ll not leave you to perish
Alone in the forest—with no one to cherish;
Where the cold winds of winter shall chill and decay
And turn your bright colors all sombre and gray.
But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses,My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses,Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days,Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise.
But I’ll gather you up; and with berries and mosses,
My fingers shall twine you in garlands and crosses,
Your beauty shall be, through the dark wintry days,
Like an anthem of joy or a tribute of praise.