Autumn Sadness.

Air and sky are swathed in gold         Fold on fold,     Light glows through the trees like wine.     Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss         'Neath his kiss,     Breathless in a trance divine.     Nature pauses from her task,         Just to bask     In these lull'd transfigured hours.     The green leaf nor stays nor goes,         But it grows     Royaler than mid-June's flowers.     Such impassioned silence fills         All the hills     Burning with unflickering fire -     Such a blood-red splendor stains         The leaves' veins,     Life seems one fulfilled desire.     While earth, sea, and heavens shine,         Heart of mine,     Say, what art thou waiting for?     Shall the cup ne'er reach the lip,         But still slip     Till the life-long thirst give o'er?     Shall my soul, no frosts may tame,         Catch new flame     From the incandescent air?     In this nuptial joy apart,         Oh my heart,     Whither shall we lonely fare?     Seek some dusky, twilight spot,         Quite forgot     Of the Autumn's Bacchic fire.     Where soft mists and shadows sleep,         There outweep     Barren longing's vain desire.