Classic Poem

What do the red leaves whisper?
What do the wild winds say,
When they wail and roar o'er hill and shore
On a stormy autumn day?
" The past was sweet with flowers,
And beautiful was June;
But now on leafless bowers
Looks down the lonely moon. "

What do our sad hearts utter?
What do our spirits cry,
When autumn hues at length suffuse
Vale, hill, and wood, and sky?
" Love's summer heart was tender,
But summer glory goes,
And Love forgets the splendour
He once loved in the rose. "