I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where, <br />To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair, <br />Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red <br />Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed! <br /> <br />Oh! say, wild wind o' the Autumn, may I dance this dance with you <br />Decked out in your gown of moonmist and jewelled with drops of dew? <br />For I know no waiting lover with arms that so softly twine, <br />And I know no dancing partner whose step is so made for mine!<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-o-the-autumn-2/
