A-howl came the wind
and a-whirl went the leaves
at her arrival:
Sweet Autumn.
My dearest, sweet Autumn
fall upon we with your bliss;
your chill that ravages my flesh,
yet warms my soul.
Come, sweet Autumn
paint the trees and undress them,
leave them dancing bare
for your sister Winter's delight
Oh, but how soon you are gone!
The Ice Queen comes too soon,
steals the warmth in my soul
and leaves only the chill bitten down to my bones.
Return to me, oh Autumn
when this year has gone,
and young Spring and Summer have hidden away--
my dearest, sweet Autumn.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
A-howl came the wind
and a-whirl went the leaves
at her arrival:
Sweet Autumn.
My dearest, sweet Autumn
fall upon we with your bliss;
your chill that ravages my flesh,
yet warms my soul.
Come, sweet Autumn
paint the trees and undress them,
leave them dancing bare
for your sister Winter's delight
Oh, but how soon you are gone!
The Ice Queen comes too soon,
steals the warmth in my soul
and leaves only the chill bitten down to my bones.
Return to me, oh Autumn
when this year has gone,
and young Spring and Summer have hidden away--
my dearest, sweet Autumn.
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