against a gray and gloomy sky
the crimson oak leaves wildly wave
they’ll drift into an early grave
forgotten by the passers-by
look up, look up! i want to cry
behold the Beauty that you crave
pure Love alone is what can save
and nothing True can ever die
the heavens opened with the night
and leaves, i fear, are falling fast
for autumn beauties never last
though faithfully returns the Light
