Healing Autumn

O thou , the sacred hymns of leaves! Who play their silent tunes on earth° Those deepest wounds that time can't heal They may be healed by thy grey breathe O Thou the charmer! I Thee saith Thou second name of vale of death The boats of leaves in lakes that float They singth in autumn winds with glee O lady Fall in Thy wood boat! The hues of dawn and dusk board free Peasants in their fields are working In Thy richly harvest season Birds in shades and scents are lurking Coldish nip of thine is reason Cuckoo sings in blooms of poppies Magic magic in his lyres O Thou mighty Autumn season Singing birds are Thy live wires Leafless trees as guard of Eden Standing by the townlet channel Lakes with reddish sedge are laden See in awe them, ocean fanal Leaves are red as beacons fire All they fly on marsh and mire Autumn sweet, Thy breath enkindle! Lamps of shrines and scent between them Planes of sky on earth they dwindle In the fleets of leaves, Thou see them Kiss they earth and fell they wailing Then they fail as I'm failing! In the yards and green they flying Kiss They clouds and fell then dying Woodland lass by hut is sobbing While my Ruth is picking cotton Shadows all come veiled and leaden With Thy puffs and gusts O Autumn! Sheaves of grain with eyes laden On the golden grass they lying Robins singing, birds are chirping Winds in Heath and green are whistling In The temp of nature goddess Sat and heave all kneeling Autumn Autumn queen with wind Thou singth Yarns of olden days on lyre? In the world such hues thou bringth Which set hearts of all on fire Autumn queen in breathe of thine Blooms are withering bird are whistling Soul of earth mingling with Mine Walks on ways as I'm walking