I sojourn in a lonesome place
Upon an ocean of dry leaves
And fix my eyes upon the scene
Between the stark limbs of the trees.
Come twilight’s softly sinking sky,
You field of fiery majesty,
And whisper in the rolling wind,
Confide in me all you have seen.
And sing to me, great groaning trees.
Your easy leaves to lead the waltz:
A mending autumn melody.
Alleviate my frame of faults.
A gentle frost delights the air
Of winter’s weightless white to fall;
Unfurl your quilt across the earth.
Remind me yet that I am small.
Here I would lie until the dawn,
If waking darkness would allow,
But shadows rise to take my hand—
Yes, I must be going now.