It is already Autumn, and not in my heart only, <br />The leaves are on the ground, <br />Green leaves untimely browned, <br />The leaves bereft of Summer, my heart of Love left lonely. <br /> <br />Swift, in the masque of seasons, the moment of each mummer, <br />And even so fugitive <br />Love's hour, Love's hour to live: <br />Yet, leaves, ye have had your rapture, and thou, poor heart, thy Summer!<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-autumn-3/
