Autumn Song

The summer days are ended;
The after-glow is gone;
The nights grow long and eerie:
The winds awake to moan;
The pleasant leaves are fading;
The friendly swallows flee;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.

No voice of bird now ripples
The air; no wood-walk rings!
But in my happy bosom
The soul of Music sings;
It sings of clearest heaven,
And summers yet to be;
Then welcome to the Winter
That brings my Love to me.

A world of gathered sunshine
Is this warm heart of mine,
Where life hath heaped the fruitage,
And love hath hid the wine.
And though there's not a flower
In field, nor leaf on tree;
Yet welcome is the Winter
That brings my Love to me.