Gold Leaves

 Lo! I am come to autumn, 
When all the leaves are gold; 
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out 
The year and I are old.
 

In youth I sought the prince of men, 
Captain in cosmic wars, 
Our Titan, even the weeds would show 
Defiant, to the stars.
 

But now a great thing in the street 
Seems any human nod, 
Where shift in strange democracy 
The million masks of God.
 

In youth I sought the golden flower 
Hidden in wood or wold, 
But I am come to autumn, 
When all the leaves are gold.

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