Autumn Song

Now autumn has come with a sigh, and the heart grows faint with her grace; but never a leaf turned awry, says spring within veils fallen-down space.

The winds, they coil among the throng, a perfume tightens sweet between. And our thoughts spring once more along, through passages of green and sheen.

Where gilded hues greet snowed lands, the twilight stretches a luminance wide, in the right, where flight-gathered strands, as we lean on day with shadow as guide.

Thus memory doth cling with fondest ties, as seasons fold to greet in sighs.

• Dante Gabriel Rossetti