Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway; <br />But pour us wine, an old one! <br />That we may turn this dreary day <br />To golden; yes, to golden! <br /> <br />What if the storm outside destroy <br />Alike Christian and heathen? <br />Nature must sweep the old away <br />To bring on a new season. <br /> <br />What if some aching dread we feel? <br />Lift glasses, all, and ring them! <br />True hearts, we know, will never quail <br />Whatever fortune brings them! <br /> <br />Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway; <br />But pour us wine, an old one! <br />That we may turn this dreary day <br />To golden, yes, to golden! <br /> <br />Autumn has come, but never fear, <br />Wait but a little while yet, <br />Spring will be here, the skies will clear, <br />And fields stand deep in violets. <br /> <br />The heavenly blue of fresh new days <br />Oh, friend, you must employ them <br />Before they pass away. Be brave! <br />Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!<br /><br />Theodor Storm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-in-october/
