Winds and waters keep

Autumn's the mellow time.

No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone, corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness. Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, yours still, you mine. Remember all the best of our past moments, and forget the rest;

Out of the city, far away With spring to-day! Where copses tufted with primrose Give me repose, Wood-sorrel and wild violet Soothe my soul's fret.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men.

Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!