Love Poems and Others/Song-Day in Autumn

​SONG-DAY IN AUTUMN

When the autumn roses Are heavy with dew,Before the mist discloses The leaf’s brown hue,You would, among the laughing hills Of yesterdayWalk innocent in the daffodils,Coiffing up your auburn hairIn a puritan fillet, a chaste white snareTo catch and keep me with you there So far away.
When from the autumn roses Trickles the dew,When the blue mist uncloses And the sun looks through,You from those startled hills Come away,Out of the withering daffodils;Thoughtful, and half afraid,Plaiting a heavy, auburn braidAnd coiling it round the wise brows of a maid Who was scared in her play.
When in the autumn roses Creeps a bee,And a trembling flower encloses His ecstasy,You from your lonely walk Turn away, ​And leaning to me like a flower on its stalk,Wait among the beechesFor your late bee who beseechesTo creep through your loosened hair till he reaches, Your heart of dismay.
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