Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! <br />When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, <br />And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief <br />And the year smiles as it draws near its death. <br />Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay <br />In the gay woods and in the golden air, <br />Like to a good old age released from care, <br />Journeying, in long serenity, away. <br />In such a bright, late quiet, would that I <br />Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks <br />And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, <br />And music of kind voices ever nigh; <br />And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, <br />Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.<br /><br />William Cullen Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-3/
