The time of the golden-tinged sky,
And the flight of the fair-winged birds,
To capture in words, My awe I try,
The picture paints a thousand words!
Strewn across the path the autumn leaves,
Untrodden by feet the tender flowers,
A carpet for her feet the nature weaves,
A flowery rain, A flaky shower!
There was none, But my fair maid,
Who walked hand in hand with me,
Mere words for her would never have said,
What just a glimpse would be!
Pearls the lips, An unearthly hue,
Dreams of a thousand onlookers they slew,
Missed a beat when her delicate hand,
Was held in mine with a steadfast stand!
Mirrors the eyes, A pristine charm,
As around them flowers, Honey-bees swarm,
Intent gazes followed in vain,
And none but mine was wholly sane!
I know not if it were a dream of mine,
Or an illusion of my biased eye,
But never before a dame so fine,
Pampered my being with a prudent eye!
And then I walked on and on,
Across the beauteous autumn scene,
A hunger and a love forlorn,
As I kissed her in the becalming breeze!
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