Lo! I am come to autumn, <br />When all the leaves are gold; <br />Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out <br />The year and I are old. <br /> <br />In youth I sought the prince of men, <br />Captain in cosmic wars, <br />Our Titan, even the weeds would show <br />Defiant, to the stars. <br /> <br />But now a great thing in the street <br />Seems any human nod, <br />Where shift in strange democracy <br />The million masks of God. <br /> <br />In youth I sought the golden flower <br />Hidden in wood or wold, <br />But I am come to autumn, <br />When all the leaves are gold.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-leaves/
