O envious Autumn wind, to blow <br />From covert vale and woodland crest <br />The mellow leaves, just as they glow <br />Brightest and loveliest; <br />To strip the maples black and bare, <br />To rob the beeches' russet gold, <br />And make what was of late so fair <br />But rustling drift and dripping mould. <br /> <br />Yet if, as you have done with them, <br />With me you will but timely do, <br />I will no more your rage condemn, <br />But, rather, make my peace with you. <br />Let me not linger on, to know <br />The mournfulness of feelings lost, <br />But waft me, while as yet they glow, <br />Wise Autumn wind, from winter frost!<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-autumn-wind/
