Classic Poem

O COME once more, calm days of autumn, come,
To this our land where summer's splendor goes
The way of all the winding, wayward years
And life is cool and tranquil, calmly dim.
Among the mountains, valleys, woods, O move,
Thou spirit white of everlasting sleep,
Casting the spell of silence, rest and peace
And folding wearied hearts unto thy breast.
O still the soul of earth with thy repose,
Burning the leaves of maple fiery red,
Tingeing the hills a rainbow afterglow,
And spreading wings o'ershadowing this our land,
O burst the bonds of earth's eternal woe,
Leave us no vestige of the vaunted past,
When pomp and pageant filled the summer hours,
For we are tired of revel, carnival,
Wanting the languor, wistful loveliness
Which thou dost bring with passiveness benign.
And we will heap with pine the huge stone hearth
Where all the long, dark, solemn autumn eves
The resinous logs will render warmth and dreams,
And love will haunt the ingle's hushing light
O shed around us days with silence dim,
Thou spirit white of everlasting sleep.