Song of Autumn

Ah, the things I could do on the glorious day!
Sweet summer is ending in Autumn's decay,
As Stygian nights snatch quickly away,
All vestige of verdure from mountain and plain,

Oh, I'll run through the meadows and forest alike,
With only my laughter to follow behind,
I'll sing with the wind as it sighs in the pines,
Lifting my voice unto God in the sky.

This is the time that I love best of all,
This golden-clad glory of fleet-footed Fall,
And I wish that if time could ever stand still,
He would halt in these days just before winter's chill,

So forgive me if sometimes I wander away,
To dream of old memories of long-ago days,
And wonder not much if I do it alone,
The better to listen to Autumn's sweet song,