Autumn Leaves

Fallen leaves, in their quiet ground
Are like dreams of a sun-washed town;
Yet my heart paints still gold upon flesh,
In flame with any falling leaves!
Hereupon, through the rain or the sun,
Let the chorus swell within
In their slumberous feelings;
For what fill your eyes are the eyes of time,
And drifting here the mysteries find!

• Lesbia Harford