Classic Poem

Amber and yellow and russet, gold and red,
The autumnal leaves dream they are summer flowers
Day after day the windless sunny hours
With feet of flame pass softly overhead

Day after day over each perishing leaf
The windless hours pass with slow-fading flame:
No song is heard where floods of music came;
Long garner'd on the fields the final sheaf.

One day a wild and ravishing wind will rise,
One day a paralysing frost will come,
And all this glory be taken unaware
Dark branches then will lean against the skies,
Sear leaves will drift the forest-pathways dumb,
And wold and woodland lie, austere and bare.