To step aside, to watch and wait
Beside the wave, outside the gate,
With all life's pulses in your breast:
To absolutely rest, to pray
In some lone mountain while you may.
That sad sweet fragrance. It had sense,
And sound, and voice. It was a part
Of that which had possessed my heart,
And would not of my will go hence.
'Twas Autumn's breath; 'twas dear as kiss