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-2/
