Autumn

O golden tangled autumn! When the leaves are turning red, When the rustled trees are solemn And the birds have flown away, When the dappled skies grow lonely And the days grow short and gray.

Sweet the air that breathes before The winter’s icy reign; The soil, the wind, the flower Are filling up the brain, And the heart sings sweetly knowing The peace in the golden grain.

• Isabella Valancy Crawford