Song of Autumn II

 I like die greenish light in your long eyes,

Dear: but today all things are sour to me.

And naught, your hearth, your boudoir, nor your sighs

Are worth the sun that glitters on the sea.

Yet love me, tender heart, as mothers cherish

A thankless wretch, Lover or sister, be

Ephemeral sweetness of the suns that perish

Or glory of the autumn swift to flee.

Brief task! The charnel yawns in hunger horrid,

Yet let me with my head upon your knees,

Although I mourn the summer, white and torrid

Taste these last yellow rays before they freeze.