I sought among the drifting leaves, <br />The golden leaves that once were green, <br />To see if Love were hiding there <br />And peeping out between. <br /> <br />For thro' the silver showers of May <br />And thro' the summer's heavy heat, <br />In vain I sought his golden head <br />And light, fast-flying feet. <br /> <br />Perhaps when all the world is bare <br />And cruel winter holds the land, <br />The Love that finds no place to hide <br />Will run and catch my hand. <br /> <br />I shall not care to have him then, <br />I shall be bitter and a-cold -- <br />It grows too late for frolicking <br />When all the world is old. <br /> <br />Then little hiding Love, come forth, <br />Come forth before the autumn goes, <br />And let us seek thro' ruined paths <br />The garden's last red rose.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-autumn/
