A Song Of Autumn

All through the golden weather Until the autumn fell, Our lives went by together So wildly and so well.--

But autumn's wind uncloses The heart of all your flowers, I think as with the roses, So hath it been with ours.

Like some divided river Your ways and mine will be, --To drift apart for ever, For ever till the sea.

And yet for one word spoken, One whisper of regret, The dream had not been broken And love were with us yet.

1880.

"Ερωτοϛ" Ανδοϛ

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!

1881.

* * * * *