16 AUTUMN TREASURE

By Richard Le Gallienne

Who will gather with me the fallen year，

This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves，

Ah！who give ear

To the sigh October heaves

At summer's passing by！

Who will come walk with me

On this Persian carpet of purple and gold

The weary autumn weaves，

And be as sad as I？

Gather the wealth of the fallen rose，

And watch how the memoried south wind blows

Old dreams and old faces upon the air，

And all things fair．