Along the tops of all the yellow trees, <br />The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies; <br />And where the leaves are gone, long rays surprise <br />Lone depths of thicket with their brightnesses; <br />And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze, <br />Cometh more joy of light for Poet's eyes- <br />Green fields lying yellow underneath the skies, <br />And shining houses and blue distances. <br /> <br />By the roadside, like rocks of golden ore <br />That make the western river-beds so bright, <br />The briar and the furze are all alight! <br />Perhaps the year will be so fair no more, <br />But now the fallen, falling leaves are gay, <br />And autumn old has shone into a Day!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-gold/
