In the autumn’s golden glow, Stand I among the dreams of the harvest, Where every leaf is a page, And every breeze a whisper of love.
— Walt Whitman, “Autumn Glow”
- Walt Whitman
In the autumn’s golden glow, Stand I among the dreams of the harvest, Where every leaf is a page, And every breeze a whisper of love.
— Walt Whitman, “Autumn Glow”