Lines for a Picture

When the leaves are flying Across the azure sky, Autumn on the hill top Turns to say good-by;

In her gold-red tunic, Like an Eastern queen, With untarnished courage In her wilding mien.

All the earth below her Answers to her gaze, And her eyes are pensive With remembered days.

Yet, with cheek ensanguined, Gay at heart she goes On the great adventure Where the north wind blows.