Autumn Song

“Will you not walk the woods with me? The shafts of sunlight burn On many a golden-crested tree And many a russet fern. The Summer’s robe is dyed anew, And Autumn’s veil of mist Is gemmed with little pearls of dew Where first we met and kissed.”

“I will not walk the woodlands brown Where ghosts and mists are blown, But I will walk the lonely down And I will walk alone. Where Night spreads out her mighty wing And dead days keep their tryst, There will I weep the woods of Spring Where first we met and kissed.”