Fall

O wake my friend! Ope thou thy eyes The lamps and stars and wind heave sighs The leaves of trees all faint all fail With autumn gale they fall and wail Oh stand O perch on clouds so high O smile and row thy boats in sky O woodland soul, in grief thou roll In heart of thine is sorrow's hole? While Lord is painting in his room Thy scented blooms , thy evening gloom Some shine in mead, some shine in skies Thy stars thy moon thy fireflies Cuckoos sing and sing in Glee Larks and fowls in heath sing free The clouds with dusky hues they meet And pour on world they foggy sleet All scents and hues of world are thine O Autumn look with eyes of mine