See! the pale autumn dawn <br />Is faint, upon the lawn <br /> That lies in powdered white <br /> Of hoar-frost dight <br /> <br />And now from tree to tree <br />The ghostly mist we see <br /> Hung like a silver pall <br /> To hallow all. <br /> <br />It wreathes the burdened air <br />So strangely everywhere <br /> That I could almost fear <br /> This silence drear <br /> <br />Where no one song-bird sings <br />And dream that wizard things <br /> Mighty for hate or love <br /> Were close above. <br /> <br />White as the fog and fair <br />Drifting through the middle air <br /> In magic dances dread <br /> Over my head. <br /> <br />Yet these should know me too <br />Lover and bondman true, <br /> One that has honoured well <br /> The mystic spell <br /> <br />Of earth’s most solemn hours <br />Wherein the ancient powers <br /> Of dryad, elf, or faun <br /> Or leprechaun <br /> <br />Oft have their faces shown <br />To me that walked alone <br /> Seashore or haunted fen <br /> Or mountain glen <br /> <br />Wherefore I will not fear <br />To walk the woodlands sere <br /> Into this autumn day <br /> Far, far away.<br /><br />Clive Staples Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-autumn-morning/
