Has swept their beauties all away;
The change of leaf from green to gray
Must charm the dullest reason.
The garnered grain, the golden sheaf,
The varied bough, the yellow leaf,
Teem with beauties, all too brief,
That vanish as we view them.
I’d have the autumn’s gentle sway
Control the year from June to May;
I’d have its glories ne’er decay,