'WILL you not walk the woods with me? <br />The shafts of sunlight burn <br />On many a golden-crested tree <br />And many a russet fern. <br />The Summer's robe is dyed anew, <br />And Autumn's veil of mist <br />Is gemmed with little pearls of dew <br />Where first we met and kissed.' <br /> <br /> <br />'I will not walk the woodlands brown <br />Where ghosts and mists are blown, <br />But I will walk the lonely down <br />And I will walk alone. <br /> <br /> <br />Where Night spreads out her mighty wing <br />And dead days keep their tryst, <br />There will I weep the woods of Spring <br />Where first we met and kissed.'<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-song-9/
