Ah! well I know that I shall never find <br />Thy like this side of Heaven! Well I know <br />That whether on the ways of dream I go, <br />Or seek thy semblance with awaken'd mind, <br />Naught can avail, and I as well were blind. <br />About thee lies the summer's afterglow, <br />Where Autumn, lonely in her golden woe, <br />Hints of its secret with the homeless wind. <br /> <br />Tho' Heaven and hope forsake me, still thou art, <br />And all my memory is made thy throne. <br />O lonely in thy loveliness, be true! <br />O rose without a sister! Close thy heart! <br />To all but me! Thy memory in mine own <br />Hides like a tear of everlasting dew.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-stc/
