The feeble leafs decline,

Enshrined in downing deep

The mourn abandoned plains,

Laid down in sombre sleep

Misty shades engulf the sky

Like past, worn memories

The bird's song fills the whispering breeze

With autumns melody



The lunar pale grim shape

At evening's sight renews

It's silented wail relieves

Repressed thoughts anew

I hear the lonesome choir

Of fortunes past my way

Disdained in fiery weeps

Throughout my every day

These skies I hail and treasure thee,

Most pleasant misery

Not pittes thorn I shelter thine

Mysterious harmony



Draw on most pleasant night

Shade my lorn exposed sight

For my grief's when shadows told

Shall be eased in mist enfold

Why should the foolish's hope

Thy unborn passioned cry

Exhaust unheard

Beneath this pleasent sky?

For if the dusking day declined

Could delight be far behind?