Autumn Song

I Like a poet’s dream a golden leaf, Floating down from the summer grieve. Oil a landscape, a great buttress, Round the form of an autumn yew.

II In regard to moments unchained, A honey-sweet vision, again unchained, Flitting in the tranquil blue, Is the silence of my wish for you.

III A transient capture, a sky untamed, A chorus of dreams unnamed. Like a visage lost in dew, Among far sheets of winter’s view.

• Dante Gabriel Rossetti