Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Autumnal

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees. 

1. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?
2. Vain Resolves
3. Epigram
4. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
5. Amor Umbratilis

Katharine Tynan Autumnal ("THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly")

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