Thee, mild autumnal Day,
I felt not for myself; the winds may steal
From any point, and seem to me alike
Reviving, soothing powers.
Like thee the contrast is
Of a new mood in a decaying man,
Whose idle mind is suddenly revived
With many pleasant thoughts.
Our earth was gratified;
Fresh grass, a stranger in this frosty time,
Peeped from the crumbling mould, as welcome as
An unexpected friend.
How glowed the evening star!
As it delights to glow in summer's midst,
When out of ruddy boughs the twilight birds
Sing flowing harmony.
Peace was the will to-day;
Love, in bewildering growth, our joyous minds
Swelled to their widest bounds; the Worldy left
All hearts to sympathize.
I felt for Thee - for Thee,
Whose inward, outward life completely moves,
Surrendered to the beauty of the soul,
On this creative day.
I felt not for myself; the winds may steal
From any point, and seem to me alike
Reviving, soothing powers.
Like thee the contrast is
Of a new mood in a decaying man,
Whose idle mind is suddenly revived
With many pleasant thoughts.
Our earth was gratified;
Fresh grass, a stranger in this frosty time,
Peeped from the crumbling mould, as welcome as
An unexpected friend.
How glowed the evening star!
As it delights to glow in summer's midst,
When out of ruddy boughs the twilight birds
Sing flowing harmony.
Peace was the will to-day;
Love, in bewildering growth, our joyous minds
Swelled to their widest bounds; the Worldy left
All hearts to sympathize.
I felt for Thee - for Thee,
Whose inward, outward life completely moves,
Surrendered to the beauty of the soul,
On this creative day.
