"Oh, dreamy autumn days! I seek your faded ways, As one who calmly strays Through visions of the past; I walk the golden hours, And where I gathered flowers The stricken leaves in showers Are hurled upon the blast." Thus mused the lonely maid, As through the autumn glade, With pensive heart, she strayed, Regretting Love's delay; In vain the traitor flies! To pleading lips and eyes, Sweet looks, and tender sighs, He falls an easy prey. "Oh, dreamy autumn days! I tread your bridal ways, As one who homeward strays, Through realms divinely fair; I walk Love's radiant hours, Fragrant with passion flowers, And blessings fall like dowers Down the elysian air." Thus mused the maiden now, With sunny heart and brow, For Love had turned his prow Towards the Golden Isles, Where from Pierean springs The soul of Music sings Its sweet imaginings, Through all the Land of Smiles. |