Poem by Arthur William Symons

Love in Autumn

It is already Autumn, and not in my heart only,
The leaves are on the ground,
Green leaves untimely browned,
The leaves bereft of Summer, my heart of Love left lonely.

Swift, in the masque of seasons, the moment of each mummer,
And even so fugitive
Love's hour, Love's hour to live:
Yet, leaves, ye have had your rapture, and thou, poor heart, thy Summer! 

1. Pastel: Masks and Faces
2. Grey Hours: Naples
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. At Glan-y-Wern
5. Behind the Scenes: Empire

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