Wouldst take my leave
On autumn’s eve,
When hue of winter
Finds fall perceives,
Fashion a whisper
Of winter’s weave,
Will have us surrender
To the pallor it conceives!
ode to a passing summer
Wouldst take my leave
On autumn’s eve,
When hue of winter
Finds fall perceives,
Fashion a whisper
Of winter’s weave,
Will have us surrender
To the pallor it conceives!
ode to a passing summer