The morning dew
O’er the green grass,
Leaves of every hue
Fate’s image cast
A last wish,
A fancied tint,
Orange, yellowish
Or still a green hint
Candles burn brilliant
Ere the flames go down,
A conquest vibrant
Ere they renounce the crown
A Spring’s awakening,
A Mid-Summer night’s dream
The most winsome -
Man’s favorite season, Autumn
