Already the leaves are brightening In bursts of orange and red, and Swiftly separated from slender branch To dance across the busy streets, Where they will lay Like dimly golden harvest grain, And soon too the rains will change Until mornings dawn with Foggy street lamps flickering;
Gems of the celestial storehouse Nestle about unwavering evergreens, And in a moment of earthly quiet, Whisper the soft echoes of hope, tarrying.