Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands <br />Flowerless and bare, <br />Dizzy whirling yellow leaves <br />Fill the wind swept air. <br />Yet the distant mountain ash <br />In the vale below, <br />With our favorite berries red <br />Now begins to glow. <br />While with rapture and with pain <br />Throbbing in my breast, <br />Pressing hot thy hands in mine, <br />Silent, unexpressed-- <br />Fondly gazing in thine eyes, <br />Through my tears I see-- <br />That I can never tell thee <br />How dear thou art to me!<br /><br />Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-136/
