Navy-blue skies as ocean deep
Wave o'er us like the canopy tall,
And the little stars that quiet' creep
Giggle softly in autumn fall:

Orange dew-drops glide for the air
As shaken bird-wings and feathers fly:
And moon the woman shines her stare
As clouded figures beset thine eye:

And quiet auras the eyes repeat
Through this mid-night in silent fall,
And as each treetop blows and sweep,
The autumn midnight replies in awe.