There Is An Hour Like To Trees

There is an hour like to trees That stand beneath a withered sky And shaking cast their golden leaves To fade so sadly and to die Like summer when the rain is gone A sea of auburn on the lea And in the wind the cooler song Of autumn’s fading memories. Alas my love thus I feel The song of autumn in my soul The candid lure and the reel Of time that swiftly goes Each day though passing as an age To leave me in a dismal state Where hope like you has fled away And that I seek is sought to late But in a dream I oft awake Like one who’s dying twitch is made And gives a last and final gaze Then in the earth beneath is laid For if I stir or walk alone No solace in my sullen eyes I think upon my upward home Then dying seems a sweet reprise What coldness layeth in the grave Of writhing worms and black decay Is like a mirror then to me Of inward loss the loss of thee Yet still I hope beyond belief That I might raise a fleeting hand And make of all these wasted eves A ring for thee again For hope is like a vesper’s ray That flickers toward a distant place Beyond the fall and break of day Beyond the shadows where I waste To thus I gaze with starry eyes And watch the phantoms passing by I cling to love as love is truth And thus become the ghost of you